Carbon copy is out
Neither is it carry over at all
Nor curriculum of any sort
It is subtlety as food of thought
Neither some carbon copy
Nor college's carry over
Nor that forest of a curriculum
It's that insidious covert action
That operation jury can"t comprehend
The hen for her chicks
The lion for his wife
They could do anything
Anything for them to thrive
The prey has everything to lose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem