The aftermath of facts,
To uncover them...
With hindsight and time taken,
Looking back...
Leaves many to scratch their heads,
In disbelief they chose instead...
To rely upon what others had said,
About that which laid right at their feet.
And opened eyes with it clear to see,
Without depending on rumors or gossip...
Quick to spread and hear on the streets!
Since facts to wish to get,
Are seldom hidden from surfaces...
To reach.
If...
Interest stays to be kept identified,
As a part of life and truth to live.
And accepted to connect it to reality.
And yet, confused remain the people,
Who refuse and choose to ignore...
That which is presented and not camouflaged.
To find themselves praying for possessions
And addictions to this deception...
Stays to provide,
More of a fix to keep their heads numb.
In the hopes the aftermath of discovered facts fade.
With a taking away anyone remembering the days,
What life was like when truth was pursued.
To leave those totally out of their minds in control.
And ruling comfortably over their own craze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To uncover them. Nice work.