There is nothing more disrespecting,
Than to hear others disrespect themselves.
With a diminishing of an environment,
That is claimed to be degrading in standards...
And values.
And those with those points of view,
Are the one's disconnecting their attitudes...
With excuses,
As the cause of their wiltering quality of life.
But you can not tell them that.
You will be told,
To mind your own business.
Even though they are putting theirs all in the streets.
The street sweepers can not keep up to clean.
There is filth everywhere the eyes and ears behold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem