Boyle, boy, by, bye, bole, lobe;
The sky! !
With the wonders of nature,
With winter's bone and summer's stone!
Like the parade of mankind on earth today.
Zoom, boom, bloom, loom!
Power and money;
But, when will the poor get answers to their cry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem