As fruit sprouts from mangled trees
fighting to survive disease
new prods must tremble the knees
since cheated serfs deserve less
coddling strokes to stoke sickness,
new stress must press for distress
pumping 50,000 watts
into people casting lots
braving to stave social rots
while scrambling the strong of mind
and binding the rest behind
fearful compliance maligned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the sound of this (I don't know the poetic word for that) .