People more impressed,
By a dressed slick talking crook...
Will always overlook,
Someone who has expertise.
But isn't one to flaunt,
Images to give...
To fake the making,
Of a charade done to get paid.
Images addressed,
For some qualifying this as success...
Are quick to follow thieves,
Who speak and leave them feeling deceived.
And upset to know they've been cheated.
And in these days we live to witness,
The ones observed protesting...
Refuse to admit their decisions made.
And in these days we live to hear,
Accusations placed...
By those pointing fingers at others to prove,
Themselves to be used but deny they are fools.
People more impressed,
By a dressed slick talking crook...
Will always overlook,
Someone who has expertise.
But isn't one to flaunt,
Images to give...
To fake the making,
Of a charade done to get paid.
And in these days we witness to see,
People duped with it done...
To bow their heads in disbelief.
And in these days we witness to see,
Those observed protesting...
Against those with expertise,
Who have left them accepting...
What they have gotten to receive,
Without a word to say or show empathy.
'Why aren't you joining us? '
~To do what? ~
'To show a collective effort,
Against that which has happened.'
~I attempted to do that and was shown the exit.~
'How long are you going to be provoked,
By a stupid joke.
We were just joking.'
~But no one approved,
Giving 'me' over a million dollars...
Just to keep me laughing.~
'Oh.
That?
That was just an oversight.'
~No!
That was blinded vision.
Keep it.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem