For those few with your truth misinformation.
I have loved great and I lost.
Let's move past those thinking it magic,
and move on.
Vision are the few whom have hold of the future,
knowing the past and have since tried to change it.
You can't.
The power of greed it is human.
I think you can but do naught but wait for another.
Corruption can not live in poverty,
they have no banks.
A child whom believes in Santa Clause.
Lives for Christmas then it's gone.
Would not know that there in no money here,
literature like Charles Dickson, wrote.
Vision is not easy it comes from the path,
without shoes few would tread.
Execution without education fills but grave yards.
Hallucinations without insight brought me here.
Burning books to stay warm, disadvantaged I toil on.
I can not spend your good name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem