A feeding offered to feast endlessly,
Has increased with a deepening...
Of a bottomless pit.
A pit created that began,
With a few selecting who would benefit.
And with a choice to pick,
Those who would live on the giving of credit.
While leaving their mess of debts,
Projected on the backs of all.
The ones solicited to pitch in.
And enforced by laws to adapt to the gap.
While still the last in line,
Behind those least deserving.
But considered first to be served...
From myths depicting them to be chosen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem