Your investigations
Of what I am contemplating
Of whom I am loving and hating
When did you begin regulating
My imagination
Convicted of my sins
Let my reparations begin
My investigation
Of what you have been contemplating
Of all you have been spewing and eschewing
For centuries unsupervised
No matter what you will never make it to trial
But somehow you always win
Without having to make reparations for your sins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem