Clitter, clatter, people shatter
Racketeering, chitter-chatter
The rambunctious, they don’t matter
It’s the silent who seat the ladder
Overseeing all the clatter
Of the useless silver platter
People doomed, fill the room
Filling the gaps of those who zoom
All the way above the moon
Moving towards the spinning spoon
That those who share the stones of doom
They will soon move to the time of gloom
Burning cold, young old
No longer do heroes stand up bold
Death and destruction are all that is told
In the tales that the merchant sold
Those who knew remember what became fold
All that glitters is not gold
People quell, in the Hell
Ever weaving an evil spell
Moving towards the ones who so tell
That the only thing that saves the well
Is the silence of the bell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem