WHO’S MAD
I am tattered in misery
Dirty; unkempt but harmless
Though drained mentally
Begging but forceless
Untattered thou in hummer
Oiled and scenty but Abacharical
Though unscrupulously richer
Neocolonizing thy own clan
Starving the represented
Looting and exploiting them
High blood pressure thy means
But thou call me mad
If that is madness
Heaven make me king of madness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are quite good, Nyce poem Magnus