Weak humanity in a land full of honey
is becoming the focus of many.
Some help with all pure concern;
Some would want something in return.
I'm confused by what those hypocrites want.
It seems the hand they give is just a front.
Luring them innocent minds to a trap,
and grab all their possessions in one snap.
The unworthy would shower the good with evil.
Transforming their minds into something brittle.
Once corrupted, plans are then made real.
Sky turns black, it's havoc they now reveal.
I hear pitiful souls cry in devastation.
Invaders are now a source of vexation.
Once a peaceful land is now in discord;
Wealth once tasted now cannot afford.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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