Ceremonies bring out riches in gold
Outlet the poor showcase dyed bronze
But to show similarities up such so close
Attest deceit as twin to world; to living
Wisdom that thing appearing angelical
Can often times turn out masked orgle
Yet like races and beings far scattered
Voyages like love and hate criss-crosses
So that when true push comes to shove;
Like Queen jazeebel and Macbeth bared
Uncloaked from their phony statuesque;
Plucked flesh showing them but mere mortal
Wisdom being glass yet mixed is no diamond
As caution to scam is foothold to fore armed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem