The land and it's wishes
They dwelled in riches
They continued to dwell
And was going well
They boasted to acquire more
Without afraid of war
They always curious about something
Whereas there was nothing
They continued on their way
But there was a day
A war broke out
The land refused to work out
The war continue from year to year
With no hope of heir
Dwindled in their wishes
Shortened in their riches
The life of land glutton
It's always rotten
They withdrew from the war
They cease to have more
They asked the muse
In whom the were fused
The outcome of the war
Muse said nothing more
I volunteered to be a remedy
But the land was not yet ready
The land said I look dryer
In my view, they look older.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm the land...... Good inking...