A thousand times before this day
leaders cling to cracking, pestilent chairs
And even if knuckles turn white
so white they outshine a blue sky
chairs still know how to lead them astray
['Pestilent Chairs' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
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I would like to translate this poem
Chairs make leaders. Not the people at large! Good poem. Pertinent issue cracked with ease. Top score.
Well expressed, it might be worth a thought to either have 8 billion chairs or none at all. Thank you for your appreciation and comment in general.