The munchers on nonsense to crunch,
Will nibble on crumbs...
To pick them done.
Until...
This sickens everyone.
The munchers on nonsense to crunch,
Will look to seek...
Who are the peaceful ones.
To hope...
Peace for them leaves none.
But...
The earners of their peace,
Witness misdeeds.
With their eyes open wide,
To the munchers pleas.
And long to have known them,
To deceive.
The,
La, la, la, la, la...
Munchers on nonsense to crunch,
Will nibble on crumbs...
To pick them done.
Until...
This sickens everyone.
But not the ones,
Fed up with this stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem