Bad times are coming, I predict,
we'll suffer as we have been tricked.
Banks crashing, petrol price obscene,
abandoned now the War Machine.
Those who were never short of soup,
who saw themselves within a group
of well-to-do and upper class,
are homeless now, in the green grass.
The green green grass of home.... clever irony H. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trust me, bad times are not coming anytime soon. The world is more prosperous and solvent now than ever before. Are their people who are suffering? Yes, for sure. But there are so many more who have been lifted out of their suffering. ~ Sara