Wearing the white caps,
Sweeping the markets,
The lanes and by-lanes
Of towns and streets,
Making a mockery of,
Camping and lecturing together with
Without differentiating anything,
They all wanting to be leaders,
I mean the common men,
With a hidden agenda and strategy of own
As for to come to the fore.
A govt. of the people, by the people, for the people,
The ideal looks good,
But will they be able to keep up?
Mind it,
It is power which but corrupts it all,
Maddens it all
And the people seem to be crazy after that,
Even Mao with the gun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem