A mad man is hurled into oblivion,
His entrails scatter like ash and soot;
My sanity appals the majority,
But inside the sane man wins.
Jostling in the wind is a man of steel,
Stronger than the steel itself,
Straighter than a sword in full hurry,
And windier than the rests of luxury.
A man of strife is among the few who deliver
The news of a day they admire,
Inside their horse is a transport and service,
The servants are occupiers of reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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