If the world doesn't end soon
A poet will be born
To tell it its deeds
And show it the way
His voice will reverberate over hills and valleys
His ways fair and straight
He will know no boundary
The world may doubt him
But the virtues of his ways will be tasted
And all the groans and screams
Will be gone
Then the world will know
That he was destined to be a legend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thoughts, well written but so improbable. Only lying politicians' chews us up and then spit us out.