Enjoyed,
Seems a vast incompetence.
Displayed with such an array of it,
Upfront in most places.
In faces unable to fake,
Disgust or disgrace.
Diversity can not be blamed,
On others to accuse and excuse for this.
Selected experts in their fields,
And picked for their knowledge.
Based upon impressions made.
With an image that depicts,
A having of common sense.
That has to have...
'Some' undetected intelligence.
Enjoyed,
Seems a vast incompetence.
Connected to nepotism.
And exclusive memberships,
Affording social status.
And nothing more to verify,
A thought process.
Done to do yet neglected to expect.
And when this incompetence,
Becomes disbelieve to accept.
The pretense of being wise.
Is too obvious to try and hide.
From those who have lowered their heads.
To close their eyes.
Denying tears to fall...
Are not from a wanting,
To crawl unnoticed to the nearest exit.
"I'm so happy I could cry."
-Me too.
And if I knew I was going to be this thrilled,
I would have stayed at home.
To enjoy this moment alone.-
-Me too.
But all the exits have been blocked.
By those shocked into disbelief.
As if frozen or hypnotized.
Preventing them to leave.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem