You don’t have to be old
To know that without the basics,
An explosion by man is stalled
Temporarily, biding its time before
Consuming everyone on its way.
Man does not fight another
To get food for his dinner
But to save his own skin
Lest he looses it in the confusion
That man’s life has always been
Neither God nor the Devil
Are to blame for our misfortunes
Man’s own silly actions
Deny him a better life on earth.
And he blames fate for reciprocating
People get the leaders they crave
Consciously or otherwise
Who them are to carry the blame
When things go form bad to worse
We are our own leaders……..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem