Basking in twilight, knowledge sits back and watches itself
multiply in other's lives.
Content for a while, rehearsing what others learn from it's
ancient past, amusing itself at it's own expense.
Traversing through centuries in minds of many intellectuals,
passing itself on from generation to generation.
Leading the way in many outspoken interests, hiding today in
farthest backgrounds when morals and religion are touched upon.
There are a few who are not afraid of the fear others have
instilled and these few alone are in the forefront, standing as
true leaders in the morass of today's dehumanization.
In relation to people on earth today, how can these few leaders
reach many who need to hear what they have to say without being
silenced?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem