I learned a lesson from a myth
on taking an extra care in accepting a gift
it maybe be glossed in gold or silver
or a gigantic wooden horse
however it is given
maybe through vain words
shouting, or through writing
through flattery
or shrouded in mystery
If I will not accept your gift
it will still belong to you
gift that clothed as
bitter criticism and sarcasm
or anger and envy
so have the right to decline your gift
I learned my lesson
your gift may destroy
a city like Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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