As long as the poor people are hungry,
Narcotic departments of certain countries,
Are active and on their toes.
As long as the poor people starve for food,
The children of rich countries,
Crave for drugs.
As long as the war ridden countries are helpless,
The welfare departments of developed nations,
Have to help their single mothers.
As long as the anemic blood of poor is sucked,
the habits of evolved human beings,
ruin their own happiness.
We have become a nation of self-appeased, self-aggrandizing, self-absorbed fools. We are addicted to our cursory pleasures and constant technological stimulation which retards our ability to engage in selfless service which is the main path to self-enlightenment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nobody wants to make their own way anymore, sad state of affairs the whole earth around.