LIFE OF NO NORMS
Marx is born to offer
dialectic view of life
as markets fall
while economists collect data,
as clichés inventing collapse
for evils-incarnates.
In a life where norms are not followed
one dies, for wealth is the creed in warps,
while people like existing Machiavelli*
build breweries of wine and women.
Self-weal is a creed,
in an age of high speed
that preaches blood soaked life
of growth,
where crisis of beliefs disturbs,
and love of power prolongs a life,
of a public servant
in kidding self-interest.
It is a lesson of today's religious flavour
or men of pious words.
Here money means life and pattern
and system of life
that gives birth to many layers
of cultures,
wanting a footnote
that writes capital is stimulant
and a slouch in a cultural entity
earthly life is heaven but in the wealthy wealthy wealthy and healthy kingdom.... good poem shared
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I would like to translate this poem
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