When under the rain,
They have nowhere to go;
When their sluggish legs go
Nothing but slow,
I will have the last laugh I know.
They think they have the arrows and bow,
But under extremes and passing through low,
Creating an arsenal for wars I foresaw,
I'll have the last laugh I know.
And finally when it's clear as snow,
That what they thought was sand does actually glow,
And what you reap is exactly what you sow,
I will have the last laugh, I know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done.thank you
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