The leaders fight with words to make noise
but their plebs argue with swords, losing poise.
The Collectors keep mum
but their peons make loud hum.
It is unheard the poor people's voice.
and therein lies the reason behind the anger... good point, paints a real picture of harsh reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one cares for the poor people of the world and they are all suffering. Africans. Asians Europeans and others who have nothing fall under this category.