his ill gotten wealth
the party splashes
the flashy cars,
all things go dinners,
the champagne, the
businesswomen,
sycophants, the
rowdiness
the smell of decadence
the smell of perversity
cronyists despots
all that i can take
it is the smell of ignorance
the lack of knowledge,
of the arts, of literature,
of things that really prop up
the mind, soul and the world
that really drown me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The last three sentences are the very reasons why poets should not park their pen until many will gain knowledge of the world and become ignorant no more! In depth poetry, a 10.