To the soaring infinite space
Like an idiot empty stupid shell
Comes a man who wants to be a president
Charading and mimicking empty promises
Deep inside the void space lurks a danger
Unfathomable probabilities of failure looms
Four years is such a big gamble and bet
For his masquerading for futilities
Red planet was only reached by a machine
But he has reached the winning mark
Unknown if there is life on red planet
And also him if he will win the crucial race
Time will only tell for tales of life on the red planet
Same with him if he has a winning luck
White, Black, Brown and Yellow will surely hit the score
But let's pray that all us will win and still be number one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this poem was an arrow, you hit the mark. No one needs to guess what your point is. You convey the purpose powefully in your poetry.