it isn't this way for everyone
but for some
truth has taken quite a beating
the pendulum swings
as it does
or does it?
it doesn't matter
if the tail wags the dog
when movement
is all that matters
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I would like to translate this poem
Opinion's a strange animal That feeds on information - dismal. Yet there is the other side When those who feed opinion seek to hide Facts by obscuring With words of twisted meaning. And so opinion grows and grows Until it can not be contained by those Who once thought they could control The process by growing bold. Then they discovered that opinion had become A creature that was unknown by some Of those, who thought they were the master But found opinion growing faster. And although they had tried to shape opinion They found it was not as it had begun But now had a vicious bend As feeding 'new' facts was the trend. And so opinion grew and grew, turning vicious, bit by bit Until it attacked the very hand that fed it. s