It is Christmas.
Dandies on vacation
are skating and shopping on thin ice,
consuming absurd merchandise.
Bloated newspaper readers
expect without hope.
The lottery did not even come close
and they continue hungry for meaning,
gorged in trash.
I will have to pluck up courage,
go out to do justice
and finish off frauds
who thrive mercilessly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write. I enjoyed it. Thanks