Verbatim. I will repeat
a note from the unknown. No one knows
the truth. Creativity faints in the cauldron.
Can you destroy the ism?
A lie becomes a transgender enduring
the swaying brain fog.
Like the butterflies a short
span to live. The moral failure
wins, You lied the predator will eat grass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem