The unelected regimes myriad mouths
have lied so often that
its Pinocchio nose has circled the world
more often than its spy satellites
Even so, Saturn's rings
are unplugging the regime's power now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Pinocchio's nose ends in tears, or maybe they were his feeth! Why has a good guy to suffer the anguish of castration? Let the villains suffer it.