Prosperity is an ugly demon.
It will suck out love and compassion.
Prosperity is an evil devil.
It will destroy ethics and affinity.
Prosperity isolates and walls people.
It sees that they die from want of people.
It will take us to the top with a cliff.
Tears are shed over the corpse in the slum.
03.12.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem