Violence!
Maniacs of the city
Beat poor men
Burn their shops and sheds
where are the police?
They are busy
Watching their game
Breaking their sticks:
On the backs of poor men
Kicking at private parts
Of poor women
churning up the blood
Of young and old
For getting undue promotions
And share in loot
Nero is happy on the terrace
Playing at his flute sadistically
Enjoying the city burning beneath
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many little Neros haunt our world even today.Powerful poem!