Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.
Vile greed for servilism profane;
It's inferiority's duty.
With hungry rushes to restrain,
Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.
Repulsive consanguinity,
Which the envy intends to chain.
The interdictions always aim,
To inartistic mess corny.
Dead sings of prying complexity,
Kind of impossible to explain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A commendable display of Abstract style verse...The employment of repetition works well here...~FjR~