The revaluation stalled at the gates
I guess the momentum was never enough
or the drive to the end was not there
people came to shout and cheer in the beginning
then left due to work commitments
or to prepare the evenings meal at home
in the end there was just a noise
like a firework a whistle and a bang
then it was all over, gone, finished
we needed a fire a raging flame
we caught a spark a flash of something
no this became a dud, wet tinder
over as soon as it begun
that's it with politics
the same old story
the rich man won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem