Those that rule over us, and their lackeys,
Are always featured in print or on screen.
They repeat the same old lies. And their dreams
Are our commands. They turn truthful beauty
Into ugliness. They pervert the meaning
Of words until they start to sound absurd.
They offer nothing of worth to the world.
O they sell a million trivial things!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem