What's it all worth?
Some may say
its worthless.
Others, priceless.
When society's shackles
are broken and lies
are no longer
a dazzling false light,
will the moment
be measured
and determined
to be rotten,
potent,
or perhaps
never to have
happened at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem