Never do reasons claim so many affairs?
Criminals afflict the young with dallying
And bullying,
Those criminals work hardest at the rich.
At riches struck, the clock works with ticks
To empower the rich with mighty words
And acts of the blameworthy kind.
Let madness reach the powerful aches,
In these prizes we raid the young heart,
In these levels of beauty hangs the living
Of centuries and hearts.
One might add dangerous movement,
Leaving the paper with dangers,
Left are the controversies,
Left are the aliens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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