Round and round and round we go,
Where we'll stop we never know,
What is right and what is wrong,
Depends on Who's singing The Song,
That Power wrote for Sing Along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The image of the Merry Go Round captures your message perfectly. There's something innately pleasing in that image of a Merry Go Round - childhood, innocence, blissful ignorance. But in this corrupt age, everything gets tainted. The last two lines of your poem are so powerful: they wrench that image out of its childhood context and replace it with an unwelcome but necessary warning.(Excuse me - I'm going to bury my head in the sand.)