Mr. Perfect dressed in white and speak in white
When he sees the ones in white he praises the white and keep copying the white
He loves the white and frowns anything short of white
May be he has color blindness and can’t see anything not white
Everything is done by the white and everyone knows white
He sees black and calls white and his faults are all white
He lives white and dies in white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem