Power is an end in itself;
And a means for an end;
It spires almost exclusively;
The guarantee of privileges;
Power may be an en my of mankind;
This enslaves the individual by terror;
It arises under the terrorism;
In all the valuable human society;
Thus it has no place for conscience;
And no place for individual utterances;
It is a dreading dogma of inquiry;
An instruction to become sterile;
The pursuit of knowledge is discouraged;
As discussions leave off the beginning;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem