When living is hard
And Joy is far from
the land
hunger strike
From grave afflictions
is bound to arise
Time hope becomes
expensive to ride
Hardship is something
we could found.
Time negations begin
to approach our mind
Evil has grown rampant
in the land
Life becomes hard
to survive
When innocent declares
wanted in the land
When the government
failed to realize
The need to give back
to the society at large
Pain and penury will be
amplified
In folds we are bound to
pay the price
When giving is marred
And love is expensive
to buy
When the rights of the
citizens are deprived
By the authorities in the
land
Tragedy arise
In the Midst of folks
hatred is mined
Adversity is borne
in our mind
Our enemies aren't
far from behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem