All these unique innovations
And the matchless inventions
Really exciting for new generations
Wasting money of all the humble
Seems to me to be a blind gamble
The suffering hearts all grumble
In the future dark and unstable
The joys of the common do lie
But not in the vast unknown sky
They just can simply smoothly fly
On the wings of the simplest try
Why to boast of the high flights
When all days and all nights
Most of the creatures make fights
Even for their human birth rights
Altering the affection of Nature
Is a very cruel inhuman procedure
Is an unrecoverable expenditure
Making man a cruel human vulture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem