It no longer matters,
As to which rules are chosen to change.
Or who believes a doing will benefit,
Those biased causes that have faded away.
What matters today,
With the proof of it to observe...
And facts attached without them being blurred.
There are very few left to view,
Themselves in exclusive ways...
To feel beliefs that have kept them isolated,
Have others envious to contemplate jealousies.
Or keep bitter thoughts they have been betrayed,
By an overwhelming ignorance...
Everywhere displayed,
To wish to possess this an entitlement.
Or dream that one day to achieve this status.
Those being labelled to depict them as crazed,
Seem to be seeking empathy...
In the hopes they can disguise their past actions.
'What on Earth were we thinking? '
~Who knows.
Your evil deeds speak for themselves.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the worst type of evil, is that which thinks it is doing good, morals can be a good cover for wolves in the fold. Stellar stuff