Preventing an escalation of a consent given,
Of a quality of life relentlessly indecent...
And descending with intented purpose meant,
Is an effort completely ineffective...
Since,
Those who had given their consent meant...
Were without common sense,
When it came to pocketing dollars and cents...
To believe that such decadence would not one day,
Come to stay as a way of life to live.
And a taste that is craved to become addicting like this,
Is not easy to rid from the minds of kids...
Fed to perceive that prosperity and greed,
Is a life to worship no matter who is left to suffer and bleed.
'Dear Father in the sky where You alone reside,
Please shower my life with things to get.
Regardless from where it comes from,
As long as I am the one who flaunts it to impress.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem