Information can travel in time
if you are enlightened
there are steps you leap
for centuries the head
fleetingly the idea of the horse's back
expanding consciousness extends to the stars.
Oh, why no one is stepping into the light,
You're lucky you can be the first,
a thirst for knowledge and the use of gray your cells
why are we stuck in power,
no power is nothing alongside the data,
power corrupts for you and us.
No matter you are a medieval
if you use your own head,
it does not matter whether you are in the future,
if you own wise or have know,
that is, their own knowledge to hopper
knowledge is power without tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last line took this poem to a different level... knowledge is power without tears
Sealing the end of the course, and at the end of it all the hard work, thank you very much good brother.