Look at him laying without cost
keeps his life in lost
and claims to himself things are worst
him self he takes
into suffer and says
'just
my fate'
he keeps sleeping waiting for a mirracle
with hands in pocket
makes himseif afool
and sets
himself in to the dance
of dirty money and to this he falls more in trance
at last
when the dirty money is a past
he shaii be laden with remorse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes money keeps a man in trouble.