Poetry wrote me
Some were...shrewd mark-up grocers
Selling...rotten tomatoes
Ripening...garden of life
Brilliant, Richard. Indeed this is the garden that represents a day in the life of the globalist...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They are just concerned with money and profit, and nothing else. Rotten or not who cares. Fantastic poem yet again, Richard my friend.5****
So tragic when money and profit are more impotant than anything else. So many people have to suffer because of the profit mongers! Very happy that you really like this poem, my friend Asim.