When you see someone up on their tall pedestal
shaking a pointed fist...
so far from the ground his nose is way,
way up in the air...
marching soldiers right and left,
shooting fear of god, into ones who don't really care,
don't you just get the urge to say....
'Come down, you look Really Silly up there.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It reminds me of the movie 'The Great Dictator' by Charlie Chaplin, where the boss played with a big world-ball, happy to be there all alone. Another time, however history is surprising and one can not be safe about anything. Today people feel alone a little bit, luckily a few enjoy to play with the world, and these feel unsafe and uncertain.