More than just its look of propriety;
It fills the world with dreams of vanity;
Man cares for it with order of entity;
Stripping young and old of his dignity;
All lives fall for it like force of gravity;
Its absence on ground deprives work of alacrity;
It seems to our leaders as the supreme utility;
Aiding corruption with ultimate sovereignty;
Making the fools forget their sense of civility;
Painting saints with much mediocrity;
Such is the spell casted upon humanity;
Money! The root of all insanity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is splendid! It is very suitable for the situation on ground over here! Nice work! ! !