those that know how to please
go up the ladder
when they are there
they too shall dance for the
sky
flatter the clouds
and even
make lies to the sun
and mislead the moon
with their
mastered smiles
and rehearsed
conversations
they do nothing good actually
they do not shine
their own light
they only borrow
the faces of those
that please gods
they have their own motives
hidden agenda
to grab what power is their
inside the moon
when they finally have it
they shed off their masks
their clothes
and fake skins
their tails and fangs become
evident
and soon those who believe
them shall become
their slaves
even eaten raw
in their hunger for power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem