If you till a road through here
It will be bumpy, swampy and rough
If you trod on here
You may not fall
But it is a bad road.
The generation to come
Will think that it's good a road
They'll pass here like geeks
And society will ridicule them
For a road you built
And the gullible ones thought
It was good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem