Of course you know that your words
flow freely through cyberspace
and might be garbled
as words always are and will be
Consider marble saints
on their pedestals
whose words and deeds
outlast the ravage of time
We schemers and cretins
who seek the crown of laurel
for inglorious deeds
performed for the mob
will be forgotten
before the sun rises
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem