Praise by sight means nothing I've learned
Though I long knew when the rays shower
They shower not forever hence blame them clouds
Otherwise blame the land for why it rotate
I heard the cheers to the slogan of that innocent lady
To whom praise was wow and doubtlessly meant victory
But forget not that when the sun goes to bed
It unfaithfully casts its rays on another head
They, announcing the weather, may report to us lies
But it not being our field makes us nothing to sue the wrong
And so might then in electoral commission
Otherwise blame the land for why it rotates
What change was expected in two years I don't know
For neither my eyes saw nor my ears heard what she did us wrong
Maybe expectancy of all summer in a day
But that would burn our economy anyway
Praise by sight means nothing I've learned
Though I long knew the sun casts not forever
But thank her heart, whatever weather, accommodates
Otherwise blame the land for why it rotates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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