The insanity that is
Revolves in a cycle
A mere dismal bliss
The grin of chaotic survival
A worldly view
From the depths of hell
A human zoo
With a sheepish smell
The leader of the blind
Lost his white cane,
But found his mind
Inside a rotten brain
Three sheep mooed at the south star
The leader’s cue to speak
“I’m the blind czar! ”
He chirped through his beak
“Follow my path of braille,
Which I know you cannot read”
He led them to an eternal jail
And they were never to be freed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem