Time to them given,
Comes soon to see it end.
It's beginning to look a lot like...
Dismissal of that which is ignorant,
Will be wrapped to pack like freshly caught fish...
To stink if not cooked quickly,
Or if small to dump and flush down a toilet.
Time to them given,
Comes soon to see it end.
Those not fish...
But from distances smell,
By those who once knew their flagrance well.
Although wish they do now for them to go,
To 'H' with an 'E' to then double the 'L'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem