The setting sun
upon this empire of lavish abundance
glittering nights cape
breathtaking young ladies
wearing jewels of plunder
young men attired in arrogance
walking past beggars
begging for alms.
and the setting sun
beckons a night
of terrifying scream
upon the conscience of humanity
humanity
bought and sold
on the streets of Dhaka
in little packages
of credit cards
and bottles of liquor
and the sun has set
upon this city
of lost innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is true for all developing nations. Nice poem.10