So what did you expect?
It's dark out there,
And cold.
Outer space is very, very cold.
Suns are good for light,
But they blow up,
Or implode.
It's dark out there,
So man worked with fire,
Then electricity,
But critics call their methods evil.
Folks don't like monopolies,
Even making light has dark tendencies,
Moralistically,
But what are you going to do,
People are scared of the dark too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write up, nice poem.