'Wake up wake up wake up.
You sleepy heads.
Get up get up get up
And out your beds..."
We see them.
And not from dreams.
To leave us disbelieving,
The horror and the shock.
Non stopping to witness it drop.
Unable to accept.
What appears before our eyes.
To then be sugar coated.
As if a treat that entertains.
With each traumatic occurrence.
Until numb we become.
Seeking to expect,
More sweetened atrocities.
Eroding demoralized mentalities.
Yet...
Kept offended to defend them.
And made to pretend,
They have been fictionalized.
Over dramatized.
And nothing to do,
With the heartbreak that is left.
Or a truth to pursue.
That interferes with those,
Who protect the effect...
Of their guarded and precious delusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem