Day and night the worlds at play,
Sometimes you have wonder. Will it—
"With you and I" survive another day,
Sods law it'll be even more counterfeit:
Perilous and deadly than ever it was before
Because there's just too many rotten, people
Wanting to even-up, their little power-trip score.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem