The world is turned upside donw
The last one on the left is hear
He arrive a foot without a crown
A vision that is still not cleer
Cut out to be the expect won
He shows but does not glo
He’s the end of the son
He’s the moon that doesn’t show
But to have him, the supehero
No special powers may thrive
He hides them in his number zero
Others dedicde if he should survive
Time to turn the other way
Time to face the world and reality
This time with his back he lay
This time he will disappear in surreality
Peacful go, no genetically altered allowed
The world has this gate shut
The world won’t bow
On the other end, nothing put your case but.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem