Doctrines?
What good are they...
If they are fought over?
But can not be enforced,
By those who endorse them...
As a tool reflecting ideals.
Crumbling in the most sacred of places!
And there are expectations to have those rejoice
Positions failing foundations of choice.
Delivering hypocriscies everyone sees as flawed?
Jaws 'would' dropp if so many were not shocked,
Without a moment to stop to breathe a sigh
Of polluted air!
And as precious as 'that' is...
No one cares to keep it clean,
Or at least scented with pine to address illusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem