Give me this day a faith not personal,
As follows: The American people fully armed
With assurance policies, righteous and harmed,
Battle the world of which they're not at all.
That lying boy of ten who stood in the hall,
His hat in hand (thus by his father charmed:
'You may be President'), was not alarmed
Nor even left uneasy by his fall.
Nobody said that he could be a plumber,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem