Now no more poetry is written...
When there is too much trouble, poetry is like this!
How many evil deeds are done in the world of prose...
Money is the root of evil, where is the shame!
Usually poetry is simple, there are no conditions...
It cannot fill the hole of self-interest!
Poetry becomes a story, it does not look back...
Leaving us behind slowly!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem