Unfortunate are the many,
Who can not connect their actions...
To reactions from others they receive.
Unfortunate are the many,
Who live to believe...
Being capable to be,
Deceiving and conniving, wicked and a thief...
Somehow identifies and relates to having,
A better quality of life.
Unfortunate.
Is this kind of ignorance fed to support it.
Unfortunate.
The ones hooked to bait upon subservience.
Unfortunate.
Are the people.
Who continue to allow themselves to betray.
And unfortunate are those who create,
Division, bigotry and hatred.
To disbelieve,
Unfortunately...
What they send out to the World,
Somehow remains unreturned.
But does.
With an effectiveness,
That had been taught to learn.
Whatever is sent to inflict it.
Is a message one must intend to get.
To escalate a worthlessness,
Too late to think...
Another plays games,
Who purposely show they represent demons.
And demons are not immuned,
From lessons to learn by those who know...
What needs to be taught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem