No one is entitled to take,
What is not theirs,
To take in the making.
And those who believe,
They are owed thieving priviledges...
Will one day become overwhelmed,
By their undoing done.
As the depth of the true debt they will pay,
From that taking away that has been displayed...
To fill their cups,
No longer runneth over.
'Do you believe what I've been giving to you,
I've been getting from the trees? '
You are going to tell me you haven't?
This is too traumatic for me.
From where has the feeding of my excess,
'Not from the trees.
Although they do have an abundance of leaves.
It has not been from the trees the feeding of your excess,
To give you the delusion,
That a thumbing of your nose is deserved by anyone.'
~What is going to be done? ~
'Your raking of those leaves.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem