....The hypothesis...as such
A society out of touch....
Notoriously absent of honesty and shame
....Of that "handicapped mocking"
Not finding it shocking....
We literally aren't the people we claim
....Regarding matters essential
Ain't a bit presidential...
Lacking moral credentials required
....Pandering to the base
All too often commonplace
...Satanic....acceptance...admired
Promoting bigotry's shtick
Truth cherry picked
....Confrontational....crisis...is this
Hitler...ain't imagination
But tomorrow's revelation....
Should we continue this monstrosity in bliss
....Ignoring....handicapped mocking
Not sensing that shocking...
Devoid of any collective notion of shame
....The hypothesis is such
A nation simply out of touch....
We literally ain't the good folks we claim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem