Someday humans will evolve and then fly,
Learn to commune with the wind and just glide.
Eagles will no longer bask in their pride.
Like body hairs, we'll grow wings and just ply.
Ain't it fun when humans are in the sky?
With their green passports and nests by their side?
Will be fulfilled than a Ferrari ride
So long as the sky is not wet but dry.
Surely, we'll take a trip to outer space
And our wings and feathers shall not be burned
From where we will see our ovoid earth's face
Which we once inhabited being turned
Front to back and round at a slow fast pace.
Then, we'll wake and see that we have been conned.
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I would like to translate this poem
Eagles will no longer bask in their pride. flying humans, your wonderful vision.. eagles without pride, thank u dear poet for these fine ideas. thank u again. tony