No one is really
Sincere,
Everything
Sooner or later
Is put into
Personal gear,
We are self-centered,
Selfish, egotists
That is clear,
Even if "socialism"
And brotherhood,
Are occasionally
Cheered!
ONE There is darkness and light, there are stars who go off and on there are sincere words and the reverse each medal has two sides, of ourse there are still persons who say the best things about a certain person and when his-her mood lowers, he-she will say the other way round
Sincerity is a relative of insincerity. We are are all capable of being both. An insightful poem. There have been studies done on nature and nurture. Plenty are on Internet. Thank Sandra, for commenting on that poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TWO This is the reality in its totality, wars do still exist since government leaders have not kept their promise. You are absolutely right dear Sandra. I have enjoyed very much your honest poem. Thank you so much for sharing this eternal societal problem.