My heart indites a matter
When the ponderings of a good writer
Remind us of the times
Of changing and perilous climes
The signs are in the air
No one seems to care
Such is the symptom of the end
That spreads in a scary trend
It makes all efforts intensive
Targeted at many to deceive
To fix their gaze only here
And resist all from up there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem