I
In the days to come
I will rule everywhere
I know how to entice
The greedy people
Not the poor folks
In this land of poverty,
Announce my power with caution
I am the mighty Corruption.
II
In this polluted land
People are paralysed
To speak the truth
That gets a decent burial
Under the heap of lies,
Because I am here
Spreading like a fire
I am the deadly Terror.
III
In this strange land
Where peace a scarecrow,
Only a moment's feeling
Suffers to prevail long
From the poisonous blows
That disturb its sleep
Because with the bloody
Face appear I, the Violence.
IV
Look, look so helplessly
Staggering the limping Democracy,
Very tired and injured
With cloth soiled and torn,
His days are numbered.
But so many candles
Are lighting around him.
Is he celebrating something?
Is it the mystery of love and faith
Or the bond of humanity
That keeps him strong and alive?
We will unite and attack him
Lets see who win the race...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Limping democracy! True. Nice work.