Prices are sku high.
Alll of us sigh.
The price food and water is beyond belief.
The poor get poorer.
The rich make more profit.
The world make explode.
With all the madness and grief.
Running round like headless chickens.
Or with heads buried in the ground.
I dare not spend a penny let alone a Pound.
Fuel for my car.
Or milk for my tea.
Small decisions are greater now to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem