See the corpses
Scattered here and there,
There is nobody
To cry for them,
It is prohibited
By the ruthless civilization,
Is this the meaning of life?
The emotional poet can't restrain himself,
He cries bitterly again and again,
When he depicts the obnoxious situation
In his profound poetry.
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I would like to translate this poem
The true heart of poet is not merciless It never stop crying for the scattered silent lifeless body