diving isn't the road to death
nor is-it a road to better health'
some of us think
wealth is thi answer to all the misery
I am sorry but this is silly mockery
if life was limited to rations
nobody will seek passions
each of us would be feeding of
potatoes and mild tomatoes
most of us have stashes
of material
in reality everything clashes
& will burn into ashes
think of those persons
that feel hunger
some starving
craving down under
others saving the chills for a real meal
for some child it is slavery'
working out of bravery
yet we whine over things
we don't need
we try & try until endlessly we success
willing to impress
too much stupid stress
competition upon
recognition
killing for this vision'
we lose touch '
sorry if this is seeming
harsh
but this is mere greed
& money is like an infectious rash
spreading all over as weird decease
a contagious gold allergy
think of those who
dye before a dream
& float below a river stream
wasting energy for
clean water
mean while we choose to slaughter
the essence of appreciation
instead we turn simplicity
into complication
braking brick Walls
demolishing
then polishing & buying
what we've already bought
not giving any thought
think of those whom
smile with nothing on there side
although they hide their pain
we all know they the drench the rain
from each corner from each eye'
all we do is pry
trespassing in anthers blue sky
looking up to see if their reaching high'
how can others just
watch them cry?
why not let go of this worldly
life and give a turn to those for a basic
prices
why don't we let them rise for
a second'
why don't we prioritize?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem