We should adore your crown
Your bejewelled throne
Earned at the cost of blood of billions
Sure, sure
Wait for a new morn and new sun
Setting its weapon.
Politics and exploitation very well described in a few lines.
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I would like to translate this poem
Earned at the cost of blood of billions..... your jewels........ wait a time is coming.. it is a challenge, and also political desire to conquer all those who conquered......... very nice poem. thank u. tony
Thanks dear sir for your suppot and inspiration.