We have a big, big
Problem,
Because so many
Internally, say
"How can I fool you,
Let me count, the Ways! "
And they very joyfully,
Carry out
The fooling process
No qualms, no conscience
In most Subversive,
Corrupted, Disloyal,
And Ruinous, plays.
The world is made up
Of politicians, liars
And knaves,
Each one with no conscience
Each one a morality thief,
Each one an amoral criminal
With no heart, but big teeth
"The better to eat you with."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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