How does it feel
to sit up there
within the clouds
of your Valhalla
and have to listen
to my ranting?
If you feel helpless
then you know
that tables have been turned.
And what is worse
you never liked
to have an audience
unless you were on top.
How times have changed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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