The Indian moguls
Throw their spit outs
Over their compound walls
For the poor to scramble,
Fight and collect along
With the street dogs
But our Super powers do it wise
They wrap their dregs and debris
In designer packets and sell
In the super markets and malls
Of the poor countries
At prices ludicrous;
Tell me!
Who is less evil?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The strong always set to exploit the weak.....So much said with economy of words...thank you Sir for sharing...