Hells mouth is open!
Sure as fire,
the city burns.
A Nero fiddles,
as he turns
his back on ideaolgy.
The uneasy weep,
for those left stunned
from creeping flame
have all begun
to comprehend
that those who reign
will never suffer financial pain.
Waf
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I would like to translate this poem
those who reign will never suffer financial pain.....// yeah its destructive chain, for the poor lane, as the dungeon drain............
The poor will be the ones to pay.