Sad events;
We are searching
Not peace, not hapiness,
But standard of life.
Standard of life means;
Earn more money
From foreign markets,
Eat more, waste more.
Standard of life means;
Follow the ever-changing
Fashions in clothes, housing,
And in all other things.
Let us called ourselves progress
By polluting the seas and the atmosphere,
By drinking and indulging ourselves in vices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
run, run, run, to reach no where..Nowhere.