how many bodies
lie beneath your skyscraper world?
how many broken hands
and broken feet,
every time your stocks go up?
how many faces lost
with every gallon of gas you pump?
how many children are buried
in the vaults of your banks?
how many cries of hunger?
and how many tears?
how many of the silent dead
do you pass on the way to success?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem