We were given life
And has been taken away.
Life has flown away so fast
That we never did want
To take a halt and ask-
What are we doing this for?
Why do I take pleasure in seizing lifes?
What does hoards of property mean?
What pride am I served with
While grabbing away all that was others?
What do I gain when I've every wine
And yet lick the walls of the glass?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem