Calculated to detonate,
Their own time released...
Freelanced pain.
With a defended pretentiousness
A dependency on others,
Had nothing to do to cause...
And effect,
A hyped greatness.
A greatness if closely done,
With introspection inspected.
Will reveal to not conceal...
It had been the diversity,
Of all races contributing...
Their best to manifest,
Beliefs to not...
Only allow the few,
To digest selfishly...
As a preview that accepts,
An unconsciousness...
That welcomes their own,
Unwise decisions to condone.
Setting a tone,
For homegrown disaster.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
About a beginning and an ending is what you seem to be rendering.