Decades in the making.
And fed upon ideals.
To appeal to those,
Pioneering untold freedoms.
Documented and quilled.
With feathered pens.
On parchment and sealed.
Thrilling those who pledged allegiance.
Loyalists.
Quakers, Puritans.
Afrikaans.
European descendents of the Dutch.
Creating their own language.
Developed in the 17th century.
One of the official languages,
Of the Republic of South Africa.
Implementing their ways.
With a cementing of them in New England.
Now.
Today being shredded.
Torn apart by pigheads.
And lead by one with childhood visions.
To rule and be dictator of the World.
Although,
Shown to have self interest instead.
Not ideals to protect and keep respected.
As promised to uphold.
When elected.
And today many praise,
This 'HUGE' mistake they have made.
Yet,
Refuse they do to admit.
What they have chosen,
Is a sickness existing to permit.
Discrimination.
Racism and false beliefs.
Believed.
That will maintain and sustain greatness.
Stained.
By greed, bigotry and delusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem