Will human beings never learn lessons?
Their hearts turn cold with time and minds think not,
Preoccupied with vengeance in sessions;
To overthrow their opponents, they plot.
And Politics has scope for big-money;
But tongues must lie and hands must do evil;
Where life on earth is one of milk/honey?
Where God’s forgot, men serve the chief devil!
No crises make them realize their wrongs;
They say one thing and do clandestine things;
And power-mad with ideas like tongs,
To many, all at once, their downfall rings.
Which head that wears the crown can sleep with it?
With time, the crown becomes heavy, unfit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem