I want to laugh at the majority of thinkers
In this sample of planets that remain dust.
I wish to strike a brilliance that is film
And television as well as other explosions.
My needs are kept to a minimum,
As crowds watch my speech that mutters
And utters the words of a strong planet.
Planning does not relate,
Pushing can not equal
The genius and intelligence of
A thinker who thinks more
For himself and the reading he has
Accomplished.
I want to see the deeds of a city in lights,
With scholars and restful people of deeds
That are superb for the undertaking,
Letting the majority of thinkers
Understand a real religion and
The city's lights in the nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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