As little as its value
Without grace or honour
Oblivion to the poor
And a door mat to the rich
Yet the red note is even tougher
Than the garrisons of the coast of gold
That appears dauntless and invincible
But a mirage to the red note
For the sake of the red note
Sleaze is a contagious disease
The top security is breached and the nation falls
And the blood of the innocent pays the price
So let’s gather and find a cure
Let the criminal hunter hunts himself
And let the Arbiter, sentence himself
to his own dungeon
For the demise of greed is the birth of this cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem