I see their transparent eyes
still holding no secrets;
if the opaque are charmed,
The obvious are indifferent.
If truth is the avarice
of refusing to lie,
the blatant are sinners-
and dissemblers, divine.
If courage is fear
when you can't run away,
then dignity's refusal
to join the fray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, very good; a cut above most!