To the gods, the individual won't matter.
But we've said No to that. Here, you count.
Perhaps the gods, their tornadoes and weapons of mass
terror
Are stronger than us. But we can read and count
And our music is more ethereal and real
Than theirs. They must divide to conquer us
But we have realized division is a form of multiplication
And have multiplied. Now there are too many
Of us to count. But we have learned there are
More planets in the universe than people on the planet.
A planet for each one. But we would rather stay
Together, continue to discover what we're living for.
Every man, and every animal, will count. And then
We'll invite back even the gods themselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem