Everything is breaking down;
everything is going to pot.
Who can escape the rot?
But I say let's not frown.
Sure the ship is going down -
I'll not sugar-coat it.
The situation's bad and I know it.
But this journey's to be enjoyed somehow;
just don't ask me precisely how!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Sylva-onyema :)