Beauty Poem by Koo Kooo

It hasn’t been raining here for a very
long, long time—for one decade or two decades
Or for one century or many, many centuries.
Everything is dusty, dirty and despicable;
the rivers, the streams, the lakes
and even the seas are empty.
Thousands or many, many thousands of flowers
shrivel, wrinkle, wither, fade and fall, fruitless;
the fields turn into desert; the trees into firewood
the bodies into skeletons; the hearts into wolves
the books into stones; the medicines into poison;
the roads all lead to hells; the mountains all
become barriers to heaven; the truth, dying and
lying on the bed of the hospital without doctors
or nurses or the smell of remedies.
It hasn’t been raining here for a very, very long time.
Hey, buddy!
Here, I’m the only strong and healthy and full of energy,
I’m the King and everyone calls me The Devil King.