Wrapped in polished khaddar
Wherever he moves
-That smelly thing-
Can cause- a riot
Or a racket,
Belching out vomitous words
And tidings.
Dupes displaced from
Personal space
Sense and reason,
Make space
In others’ regions
And dump their venom,
Spit at each other
Spill blood
And die a dog’s death.
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I would like to translate this poem
die a dog's death, good writing, thanks.