We always takes thing for granted
slave each tree planted.
throw away things unwanted.
but who is to blame,
are we to blame our-self,
are we shaming our names,
playing foolish games.
can we get a sense of shame.
let us proclaim our truthful names.
bringing shame, playing games,
just for fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem