There is 'thee' reality.
And then,
There are those who campaign,
Resisting its existence.
The votes are in.
Again another campaign ends.
Battered, crippled and bruised,
Truth barely survives.
Yet continues to defy,
Delusions kept fantasized.
And needing no executive order,
To misrepresent its presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem