Power dominates,
Buying capabilities dominates
Hunger dominates
And
Domination bounds them to sleep in the road island
They are free from load-shedding
Moon is the food for their eyes
Dark is the fuel for their dream
City’s appalling substances cover their time
They live;
contaminated child age
unborn hope is the youth
Death gives them serenity
They wake up with the sun
What a life they live!
Reason is irrational, what sin is done by their birth?
Deprivation is blended up with their every breath
Contrast living being is irritated to watch
What a great job is done by their birth!
Power is there tongue
Buying capabilities is their hand
Hunger sleeps timelessly in their back
Domination is compliant servant to them
News prints with the ink of rain and sunbeam
in the paper of space
He, who can read this, knows
the sick civilization of human
and he feels great shame to be a part of this sick proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem