Falling ten thousand steps by the passway
Before ten trillion blind eyes
Seeking alms for the next day
And every movable hands died.
She cried aloud
In great fist with hunger
But the day blocked her screams
Like wickedness drying our streams.
Finally death triumphed over life
And sorrow spat on joy
And a personality became toy
So, all eyes opened and mouth cry
Blaming and accusing death
Acquitted and dismissed their wealth.
Who want to touch a corpse
With a dead alive finger
Who want to bear the cross
Of a pathfinder asker?
Humanity, you're dead!
Died a shameful death
In the society's heart
Where virtue wears no hat.
Woe to the stumbling blocks
Making bricks for our country
Woe to the matchless feet
Ridding on national horses.
Woe to the Law
Restricting the flow
Woe to the erosions
Flowing not to the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem