The house where man lives
Is fraught with good and evil
Spread among the rich and the poor
While a few better placed up the pyramid
Churn out evil to the base;
The huddled masses pick the seeds
And plant in their fertile minds.
The kitchen is laden with clanging utensils
Where the lowly are consigned;
Hungry as they are amidst the bounties
No one cares
To put evil to flight
With the wings of morality
And make the house even
Nay, it is not possible
Unless words no longer have opposites
For in man's house
It is the opposite that swings
In the tall and the short
And in the rich and the poor
That brings spice to life
In the house of man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem