We never got the appraisal
Never heard, we need to rhyme 
If we're to become poets
Do it like Shakespeare 
Or get awarded with a leer
Each day humanity grows colder 
Like time approaching winter 
We groom stiff shoulders
Words arrows to kill self confidence 
To sap life's essence 
Disparaging people's exertion 
Demeaning good actions 
That's all we ever do 
Build barricades
Burry brothers beneath boulders
We never give credit when it's due
Citizens with degrees in degrading 
We grade and throw shade 
Kindness fades 
Earth is the extension of the Hades 
Should I rest my pen 
Since rhyming is beyond my ken? 
What if I don't write for the fans, 
Should I still halt my plans
To compile a poem collection? 
Poetry has been redefined? 
Is opting not to rhyme now a crime? 
Would I have been fined
If perchance I hadn't at all rhymed? 
Tell me if this is poetry
Why don't I ever get a consideration? 
My sheer determination
Going unseen
Where have you been
Give me an explanation
Because if rhyming is the it
I wouldn't be throwing a fit 
Imagine if I hadn't rhymed 
I wouldn't have written a poem
But then again 
The rules are bound to change
After all boxes are being constructed 
People are being obstructed                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    