The angry crowd!
With the muse of illegal lust;
As they were not ready for peace,
In the land of trouble.
Greed, agreed!
To steal even from the common people;
From the poor people who have nothing to eat,
Because there is no order in the land.
Cat, cater!
Like the muse of contractors and quantity surveyours;
In the land of trouble as the angry crowd picked up sticks!
And, ready to fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem