I pity those who laugh and scowl,
Who taunt and torment those who are suffering.
Those petty fools that have hearts of the foul.
But at the end of day what will life bring,
To them the tedious women and men.
The ones who don't know how,
To do a simple thing like to count to ten.
and they can't even touch a cow,
Because it spends their precious money,
Their one and only love.
They all need a taste of honey,
To sweeten up their blood.
It is the blood of the rich and snobby,
Who like to push us down,
And it seems that all their hobbies,
Are abiding their own rules making so much sound.
Their obnoxious and they are full of greed,
All the care about is money making.
And I'm not going to try to plead,
For those who do nothing but taking.
I pity the sorry fool who thinks moneys all in life,
They could be rebel with a cause just like me,
But choose the easy way without strife,
But when the time come they are bound to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem