That us against them narrative.
Has long shown its age and rust.
Few materialistic with capitalistic visions,
Are more than not depending on their 'things'.
Produced by others.
To either demean or frown upon.
Their 'me-me I-I' ungrateful attitudes,
Shop for shoes to walk in.
Made on foreign shores.
And every computer they use,
To anonymously bully and abuse others...
Isn't from an oven baked that grandma made.
Those homegrown wishes.
Are groans they can not admit.
There's not a product they own,
Created by someone who speaks another language.
Yet without gossip.
And local news to hear it most.
These us against them folks,
Wouldn't have any thoughts...
Outside their own subdivisions they live in.
Yet accept themselves to be,
Knowledgeable about who it is to dislike.
When their own lives to live them,
Continues to be isolated.
And exclusively deluded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem