But if not of a childish doer
Who will crawl?
Who will enthrall?
Who will make the call?
With decisions that have to be made.
Who will lead the masquerade.
Here take a sip of my marmalade.
Maybe it will bring an end to this charade.
Were are but of marching men of a parade.
Someone has to lead, someone has to follow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem