People live 
          With 
       Their
Rose-colored 
     Glasses
Watching
  With
    Their
      Slanted
       Views
   Waiting
            For  
     Something
    To 
 Happen
       But
     They’ve 
     Waited 
     In vain
            For
           A
       Useless
    Dream of 
Utopia
  When
    They 
      Should 
        Be 
          The
             Change                
We all tend to sit and fold our hands waiting for things to change. Things will not change until we roll up our sleeve, buckle down and get the job done. An inspiring write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
change will not happen until we make it happen good write