Money is money and
It is never black.
Man is man and
Man can never be dog.
And yet we are saying
Black money and
You dog in anger.
Anger is not good
That we know and yet
We get angry for nothing.
We know everything
Is an act of God and yet
We say we are doing,
How disgrace, bear me darling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A reasonable understanding about money which have no black and white and a good poem also.