Today what is in fashion is passion, love is on ration with a shortage on compassion
Marketed sex with people sold as objects reflects valuing only what they have on their decks
The gold in their hold never extolled pleasure served hot soon turns cold and growing old does mold
In a throw away world the shiny seductive is unfurled, but it tarnishes and to the garbage is hurled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem