I wander in the commercial market,
And have something in my coat’s pocket,
Splashy vehicles from the continent,
Cheap movers from the islands,
Dirty tactics to split and multiply,
The More, the heavier, people are born,
The more, the wealthier, people have the dreams,
Signals through the telecommunication cables,
People communicate to accumulate someone’s wealth,
Boards of mother start to rule the world,
New houses are built, homes are demolished,
Human have the clean look, their innocence is stained,
I wander in the market having something in the jacket.
actually what we have in our pockets..our peace does not depend upon what we have and it all depends upon when we figure out the something from nothing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ways of the modern world are nicely dealt with in the poem. Thank you.