The wicked people are of the nature of the chisel
that does not cut and pass through the sprouting
bud unless it is being banged and driven by others!
But, such wicked people who never do anything good
to the kind hearted virtuous people even a little bit
will do whatever they are ordered if they happen to get
the superiors who do evils and hurt them to the grave extent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Conventional wisdom transported into this small yet a meaningful poem. Thanks a lot, Dr VKK.