He was born on
A throne of
An urban kingdom.
He sits back and
Relishes in his
'Prosperity.'
He reigns over the
Workers
And does not a
Damn thing.
Now his kingdom
Is overthrown
And he loses
Everything.
He still believes
He can control.
Oh, the poor, rich man
Building castles in the
Sand
Only to have it
Swept away in
The
Tides of War.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i enjoyed readin this good one....