For behind his twinkling eyes
nothing more than vicious lies
never meant to share his share
always in that same old chair
never giving up his place
says ‘ he does ' to serve the race
blind -before that human kind-
folding, letting leap behind
don ' t you see reality
all subjected, all G.I.
-not allowed to ask for WHY-
dummies for humanity. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem