Triangles.
Squares.
Circles.
Unfair.
The Sun.
That sets.
The Place.
We're kept.
The Earth.
Its dying.
Science.
Its trying.
Lord God.
He's sighing.
Humans.
We're lying.
So, as for.
The circles.
And Spheres.
They'll fade.
They all.
Every one.
They.
Become Squares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, well done: 0)