Planets
Pluto the charming little planet has got snow
not that anyone is going there soon it is good
to know how useless information pleases us.
a cat is not wise it only makes us feel good
to think Pluto is a cartoon dog and not a cat.
The grapes on the vines still need another month
before they can be harvested and that is ok by me
it is a beautiful day and far away from war,
treachery and the vanity of man.
Cold and alone Pluto can hang there as a faded
lampshade while we should try to discover more about
ourselves and the world we live in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem