It drives mothers to their children
To the meaning they provide
To the floundering protection
From Civilization's ruthless side
It drives fathers farther than time
A hunting party with no spoils
To face the eyes of hungry bellies
The heat of which makes brains to boil
Cracks The Youth's imagination upon the shores of need
While they seek sanctuary from torrents & barren seas
Every pinching, piercing pain banks the hunger to their mind
Sustained from all their agonies by the sheer Power of Poverty
It makes countries' armies fortified deep in each people's heart
Raises leaders up as if 3 days had ate their tombs
National monuments raised in patriotic pains & celebrated for the art
That whittles prisons from stone & iron, fabricated in women's wombs
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I would like to translate this poem
I admit this sucks... I'll work on it later.