The journal editors,
I mean the small-small men of small-small minds
Of the world of today,
The hollow and shallow men of today
Calling themselves poets and poetesses,
Trying to promote themselves
After forcing the subscribers
To write articles
On their substance-less verses.
Basically, the rhymers, poetasters, commoners and non-poets
They are editing journals as for their selfish ends
Just for to be poets and poetesses
As the authority is absent
And there persists in a literary vacuum,
England's poetry who judge it hear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem