I was born amidst poetry,
over poetry land under a sky of poetry,
I was born and brought up in that,
I cannot escape poetry,
Poetry is my bread and bland dinner,
Now, no spot market or forward,
for poetry good or awkward,
who invented poetry and for what good reason
does it create peace or does it create treason,
put an Ad and spend million,
Your poem will fetch gold bullion,
if poems pre-empt war and save billion,
then say National Poetry Service, that is Institution,
The humanity made 101 of them,
but for poetry, none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice ars poetica. Thanks