W-ill of mare or ill yak
I-s either irksome or pesky;
L-et the muddle cease,
M-aking the trash talk flee.
E-nd the will of mare or ill yak, beginning with total order;
R-apture replaces the chaos, as confusion shall be over.
O-bliterate the shambles,
R-efrain from voluble voice;
I-n twenty-sixth September,
L-et your heart make a choice.
L-oud and persistent sound shall bring one to a wrong track;
A-llow the mouth to silence the will of mare or ill yak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem