From the moment it was discovered,
The surface of the Earth was not flat...
But also not perfectly round,
Explanations of the truth of this...
Began to promote,
Assorted interpretations all around...
With many not accepted.
And those most outrageous and profound,
Have become beliefs kept...
To continue to confuse with infused conflict.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem