We don't like them anymore.
'Why? '
We find them ruthless and too uncouth.
Their presence lacks polish and refinement.
Gone is their grace and social etiquette.
And...
Besides that,
They have the audacity to say what they think!
With a doing to do this in public with no regard,
To values we keep to have adopted.
We have found that much too tasteless.
Unforgivable!
'Oh.
I see.
So they are honest and delusion free.
And you wish not to have your friends,
Believe this is the kind of company you keep secretly.
Since they would not tolerate anyone delusion free.'
Exactly.
We can not have our impressions to make,
Ruined by those refusing to wear masks.
Especially in public!
I mean...
Who do you know in their right mind would do that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem