I'd rather my poetry
Was considered antediluvian
Than pursue the trite novelty
Of the preposterous poetry slammers.
Fads will come & fads will go
And it's amazing what they reveal.
Their maddening masquerades
Are full of fury signifying nothing!
These clowns are pure pantomime
But they don't make me laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When time gave birth to word, man took it as an invaluable asset, shaped it as exquisite as he could and made it shine in hearts forever.