We go through our struggles.
Conflicts.
And pain.
We go through our struggles.
With lessons left unlearned,
To remain...
Unchanging and unphased,
By what has come to us to be done.
We go through our struggles,
As if to love the trouble.
We go through our struggles,
As if to have them doubled.
And yet,
We remain...
Unchanging to exchange blame.
And not to stop it but allow,
A repeating but no gains to be claimed.
We go through our struggles,
As if to love the trouble.
We go through our struggles,
As if to have them doubled.
With no progress that's gained to be claimed.
But prove we do,
An unchanging to exchange blame.
Yes we can prove...
A blaming that we do stays the same.
'The premise behind facing facts and truth,
We excuse to delude...
Is not to offend those in denial of them existing,
But to eliminate the same mistakes made,
Without pretending...
Having no acknowledgement of them being created,
To stop the blame game we must change.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem