Heart singing songs of sadness, melancholic and filled with
sorrow, people, at least some of them, have no hearts or
souls, always taking from others what is not theirs.
Controlling and divisive, they rule like a dictator, that's
what's happening here at the senior center, moving away from
them, taking away their power, leaving them to mutter in
corners of life how unfairly they're being treated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem