Caught in the leader’s battle
My effects are the same, and that is.
Underneath the real commotion is a side,
One dish too many to concoct.
The real values of a difficult man
Are too many to name, and they defy.
Different lives have different values
To forage the mushrooms of a wild sort.
The wildness is encouraging but absurd,
Nobody is creeping up to me now.
The battle is won after the armistice,
The stalemate is not genuine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem