In power and walks with pride,
Ants of greed in them, deep inside,
once a holy child, now a fraud and freak,
incredible his lure, and his poly trick.
But, lust for power and luxury to boom,
though fills the pockets and makes it blue,
kill's the nation's eye and is left in gloom,
And the country dies of the corrupted few.
Those are black and blue pockets, But
Blue of the nation's currency stolen,
Black of the filth on the window,
of the ethics, they have shut.
The nation's pride at stake, its pillars have fallen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem