They say we're making progress and things are better now
They say we're living longer and we're healthier somehow
They say that life's improving in oh! so many ways
But who can turn the water into wine these days?
They say there is no problem that science cannot solve
They're working on a potion to stop us growing old
They say it won't be long before we send a man to Mars
But is that any comfort to the millions who starve?
It seems they're always talking blue sky scenarios
And trying to convince us that we live in one of those
But any fool can see that there are storm clouds all around
There's a hard rain coming and we're going to get drowned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'But any fool can see that there are storm clouds all around There's a hard rain coming and we're going to get drowned' Another poet who spoke of the 'hard rain' also said: 'Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.' I think your poem in a profound way capture the feeling that the progress of mankind also might be her doom.