Instead Of Pink Glasses Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the wind of history
likes to mix up
from time to time.
what was bright,
is becoming foggy,
or false.

well known power
and authority,
going into the shadow.
their artistic busts
are reaching to a rubbish tip
similar like ideas and beliefs

the new thought, is giving birth
to the new man,
in pains to which
we are finding today
the cure and other means.
turn on the rosy canal.

quickly you will forget
about scoundrels