It seems that History repeats itself,
In the most deadly, horrid way,
Think of North Korea,
That Liars said would never have a Bomb,
And What the present, Lying Gang,
Does want to sign today.
Beware of Liars Bearing gifts,
They've hidden plenty in their fists,
Disaster moves in shadowed ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps we've all earned, as a whole, our politicos... equilibrium always returns eventually! ? ! If the NYT gets my bloods simmering daily, keep it up or abandon it?