wasted, wasted it is
the effort of men on a nation
wasted it seems
thievery is the order of the day
as thieves reap more than owners
gone is day, gone is the day i say
when the thieves take,
bu t still dont reap more than owners
cascading leaders now sit on the high chairs
what can a lone effort do in this
thievery is the motto of this day
and wasted, wasted the effort of men
or is it wasted
as we stood hoping, waiting or the lone hero
while thiefs inherits our chairs and tables
eats of our foods and spits in our pot
comes sugar coated and leaves us in scorn
making our eforts seem futile
leaving our sweats as trails in the air
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I would like to translate this poem
The Poem was well expressed, I like it; Good Job