Those who will go back to the cow-cart's civilization
And to the civilization of hand-made palm-leaf's fan;
Those who want to cross seven oceans and thirteen rivers on foot
And to fill up the the east and the west with the odors of corpses;
Those who will go back to illiteracy
And to the spells of witches, talismans and superstitions;
Those who think `dogs are more faithful than men'
And trust on fate-ghosts more than on struggle, slogan and procession;
Those who will destroy people's dwellings with bulldozers
And on that debris will build up the palace for foxes and boars;
For those idiots, my poetry as angry as cobra
And as ferocious as hyena, bear sad news burnt in fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem