unfortunately
it iş the real an the tough
the only wordly rule
the lust of the wealthy
tries to drill the sky
but the post
and the canvas
ofthe tent of the poor
in destruction
fall on the head of the poor
so try
you trier and the worker on and on
never give up
never give up prayer
the hope is your bread
eat it...eat it...eat it...
when yoı u are still living
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I would like to translate this poem
I agree with your thoughts; ı n some regions people hope only a piece of bread and pry remainig alive, what a pity! but a reality. Nilufer Dursun