This poem is translated by Mdm. Liu May Wong, Toronto. Accepted with appreciation to assist the non English readers to understand the langiage, but all translations are interpretation by the translator and readers.
A few jokers in a pack
of cards, introduce to enhance
the game, play wild but well,
advance the fun. If unpolished
and act as chosen critique,
hemlock in sweet wine.
Medieval jesters in the canon,
the fine line as entertainers,
hidden fools, the blind that sees
and advises the wise kings
about noble conscience.
Clowns of our modern yankee clan,
a war clone, from ancestor bone,
bow low and speak in soft tone.
In bullocart places, the bullshits
open loud and wide, liked fallen angels,
bombard their cannon from own asylum.