You can return attitude right back,
To where it was given.
And not carry a bit it around in your head.
It's over! It's done!
It has been disconnected...
Like something that is dead!
Issues picked over by pettiness...
Seem so trifling,
When those involved are in search for themselves.
And 'that' for some...
Satisfies an appetite,
For vicious eyeball rolling!
Igniting a mind barren and devoid of insight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem