They will stand with hands-crossed and legs paining
to the crooks who have money!
They listen patiently with pride all the words
even if they know well all were lies!
Running aggressively with wagging their tail
when they say to chase the breeze that blows!
Why don't they live as a well dressed up men
leaving the agony of looking for money by keeping the bait?
- The politicians!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem