The fact that you are from a rich home does not mean the whole world should be beneath your feet like a football; moreover, DEATH, TIME as well as BREATHING AIR was equally served to the rich and the poor. You should redefine your deplorable philosophy of life where you see yourself as a king or Queen in your doomed world of fantasy, but someone else as a damn subject that you could remote like a flock of sheep. Mr money bury your sardonic disposition, otherwise circumstance would soon make you fall into bottomless pit of doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem