I still seem to be me,
On that day we clustered
in a meeting for peace
Everybody hold the butt
of one idea or the other,
To match forward for all to hear
to see and to harken forth
I stand firm with frame of ideas
all in my virtuous head,
I wants to say something
And they say no!
What I feels is not fresh nor
good to hear but has to be heard
And they say no and they say no!
My say is not welcomed or needed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work. Keep writing poems like this and you'll soon be hearing yes.