Much wealth is like a cancer
on lookout where to get more
no satisfaction, always hungry
eventually controls the desires
yielding to dire temptation.
Lots of sex maybe sounds good
until the urge becomes uncontrollable
sensuality losses the sense of sensibility
to the verge of inevitable madness.
Having felt hate is a normal thing
an expression to let go of disgust
to manifest one's own discontentment
even to the point of losing innate temper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem