Of nepotism and scepticism,
Bigotry and pride
About pragmatism and criticism;
Stop acting as a foolish child.
Of ridicule and the stubborn mule
And the math teacher with the recurring anger
Of the cat who died young
Because only eight lives he had.
Of communism that went broke,
Without the West she couldn't lift a stroke-
Of rivers of irony and glass
And a giant concrete jungle
Of this and that
And the genie whose master forgot his password.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem