Truth can be unsettling to hear it,
When confronted with facts,
By those looking back...
With the hope that denial subtracts,
A mental suffering they've endured to do...
As truth with evidence produced,
Seems less willing to forgive...
Acts of misdeeds to others,
Intentionally with a consciousness done.
'Comeon.
Those atrocities we inflicted upon you,
Occurred eons ago.
When are you folks,
Going to chill out and cut us some slack? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comeon. Those atrocities we inflicted upon you, Occurred eons ago. When are you folks, Going to chill out and cut us some slack? ' This said is all....leaves a trail of thoughts to think and ponder on the mind of readers.