Does the past dictate our fate?
Do we let what we see interfere with our judgment?
Are we afraid of what we don’t know?
Why does society look so deep into issues
When they are so simply clear?
Do humans feel they have to destroy everything that is good?
Condemn those who try too help
And commend those who ruin?
Why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem