I was sent to hell last night in my dream.
All I see was little red devils.
Punishing & torturing wealthy dressed people.
They were all filthy rich.
They were all wealthy.
These people wore animal fur coats & carried crocodile skin bags.
They did business which badly affects the environment.
Some even killed animals for bile, horns and 'medicinal parts'.
They don't help those in need.
They don't do even charity.
Some even embezzled money from charity.
They have no conscious.
I was sent to hell,
because I killed them all
in my dream.
how i wish my dream was real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In reality they all still live