Johnny look stupid on his wednesday's attire
His mother looks foolish smiling behind him
And his father, like a pig who was taken out
From the slump; walking at his front majestically.
Oh! What a lost generation, in our generation.
All following one course without a focus.
Where is the change we all casted out for?
Have we seen the change come or not?
My dear fatherland is lost and her masses long gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem