O My Neighbor!your pretty palatial home!
the perfect lawns and potted plants,
the solar panels on the deserts plain,
gradient driven running water fountain,
your planned homes have a few babies,
left to cry at night to disturb our sleep,
our dozens of hungry babies and old taught,
to be quiet as poor need to smile while sad,
the dirt is scared even to touch your shoes,
the microbes are perplexed and having the conference,
money is printed to buy our sweat and youth,
still why do you look at our empty lots?
once you said we have hollow skulls,
once you said we have nothing but ills,
once you said we have big mouths,
then why do you need our poor labor?
My greedy neighbors are too calculative,
to sell us, all those obsolete..
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I would like to translate this poem
Humanity is very clean and pure. Dirt and vices cannot touch to pure personality. Pretty palatial home of neighbour is attractive and nice with plants and green scenes. An interesting poem is beautifully penned...10