A fighting over turf is worthless.
Especially when those awaiting...
With their bulldozers to erase and eliminate,
All that exist with a renovation permitted.
To leave those fighting over nothing they own,
To condone what's done...
While they move to another area,
Where their garbage is dumped...
To again fight over worthless turf,
Instead of doing something to purchase it!
But that would involve using their minds to think...
Of thoughts less destructive.
And self destruction is their main priority.
That's why those who bulldoze sit patiently.
Knowing theirs tasks have been made easier.
And to remove debris effortlessly,
Remains cost effective...
For those who actually own the property!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem