Honey and Sweet
and money make bad.
Silk on your feet
and all men will grow mad.
Glitter and gold
make a heart grow so cold.
Diamonds and pearls
in your eyes when your sad;
For the Arab your sold
to you'll do as your told
to......!
Madrason 8 dec 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem