When we were kids,
in a small village, we lived.
One day there occured a solar eclipse.
There was a traditional belief,
we were so gullible and naive.
It was said that the sun was swallowed by sky dog.
To scare it away, we banged pans and pots.
The noises frightened the hens, cows and hogs,
which in turn shouted and escaped in different directions in chaos.
They were ran after to be caught,
by the owner filled with exhaust.
Some stayed indoor, praying to GOD.
When sun, moon and earth are aligned straight in that order,
the moon's shadow then is casted upon the earth, no wonder.
Science has made the bullshit
of superstitious legend and myth,
false and invalid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem