Like a Monochrome Kaleidoscope,
It may take many forms;
Simple. Complex. Beautiful. Mundane.
Innumerable configurations,
Rotating; changing from one moment to the next.
Each an original expression.
Each a unique ideal.
Though it may come from differing angles,
In varied shapes and sizes,
There remains one truth.
It is eternal. It is unchanging.
Whatever image it takes,
Justice is always black and white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem