My heart aches daily
Of the storm that ravages
Not of the things that are mine truly
But of that which is laid in the shadows
For none to see.
Oh you autocrats
You've got to dwell here longer
Yet no hope is laid to your archive.
Daily bread being a promise
Nothing on the table to feed on
While your prostitutes are lavishing.
Not only this being our plight
But this era of no sleeping syndrome,
Is another killing factor.
Despite hundreds of billions spent.
A threat to the Aso rock, their joy.
Madam justitia is only blind to some sects.
That the hopeless is in the state of O.Y.O.
Where is our hope?
In whose shield can one rest?
Even the superpowers and their religions,
Are the genesis of our woe.
There's no place for shelter anywhere
Unless our brains are opened.
That in unity send our common enemies off our land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem