impaled are some by a dollar-less night
to wake up and feel so scared having no right
to play a game set up by those who have much
but government cant punch the lights out to touch
the bad from the gold and the sins of all kind
the ones that have faltered have lost their thin mind
so some sit up fat though their bodies not so
and invalids, crazed ones and unplanned youth know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem