Reading the enemy
Chaos, a whirlwind of dreams and laughter
I read a conservative paper full of hysterical lies.
Trying to defend the rich and well to do.
Pathetic, their uproar became comical.
Goats like tobacco they chew and chew and
Ask for more, the swallow too quickly.
It was good to read this paper showing them
Contempt against the working-class
It is through the enemies' writing we can find out
What a horrible lot the wealthy class are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem