It hurts you think so poor of me
That you believe I do not see
Just what an evil shadow cast
Can truly make one be
I hide the fact I feed this thirst
For knowledge is a twisted curse
A curse one wields with pride and shame
A thirst no human hopes to tame
For ignorance brings forth no bliss
For those who crave its frozen kiss
Yet thoughts hold dangers long foretold
In the history books which age does hold
A cycle one repeats each day
Becomes the focus on which human pray
Those who use the fear of change hold the curse
That brings forth humans best and worse
The threat to today's tomorrow will bring to knee
Powerful nations both bound and free
So please don't think I do not see
Just what a monster intelligence and knowledge can be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem