Jolly gestures with evil desires,
Smiling faces with cunning thoughts,
Piercing eyes with stealing charts,
The mind misses the truth for a second.
Two or more people and a victim,
A perfect stage set for the intent,
No one knows the plot, but the masters,
Many have lost the peace for the worst.
It feels good when the balloons are blown,
The horses are ready to race and be in a dream,
Castles built using greediness as a tool,
Collapse slowly and steadily to be null and void.
When the milk is churned, we will get the butter,
When the money is churned our lives will be bitter,
Everyone here wears the tags of the money,
Churn the hearts of many, for the illegal economy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smiling faces speak many more things in business. Nice description.