History is full of shit.
It is full of shit,
and that is it.
Kings pressed it out.
Priests blessed it.
Winners polished it and dressed it.
Dig deep enough
in any pit—
you'll find the same
old shit.
No crown,
no throne,
no sacred writ—
the truth survives
beneath the grit.
The world may sing,
but it will not quit.
So scrape the gold
and shovel a bit—
history is full of shit,
and that is it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem