There are those who had guaranteed,
Themselves and others privately...
They would place many in influential positions,
To feast upon greed relentlessly.
And with no opposition to stop this mission...
With a doing of this to certainly succeed to no end.
Even their traditions are based upon divisions kept.
But today confronting reality blocks their way.
Leaving many to do what has become their custom.
Like an habitual ritual of sorts imbedded in their souls.
And that is to blame someone else with lies often told,
To proceed with implementations that initiated a depletion...
Set up to deceive the unconscious but not themselves defeat.
With an adoption of these cycles perceived as 'their' progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem