A thieving was alarming news,
A reporter restored the facts to accuse.
He added my notion for all to be gossipy,
“Publish this motion! ”, I say with discourtesy.
They advance the proclamation,
An inner deal has been done;
The deals need disclosure,
The meals are secretly quicker.
“But why does one think he is thief?
Why make all this grief? ”
The inner deal is an incomplete one,
It has no good for the thief to be written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem