What a wonderful site
they exclaimed when they saw
how great writing abounds
and the poetry, raw
and unfinished, not polished
yet such readable sounds
in a second demolished
by the forces of spite.
Let us hang from the rafters
those who don't have the bits
to exist amid laughter
due to pus-laden zits.
Let us chase from the scene
all the hiders of dark
who should never be seen
and whose bite is a bark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the last stanza...nice write!