disaster strikes but once
but here I stand askance
and oh fool you, you have not a clue
you stand there like a dunce
and years and years go by
waiting for the day
when the money rolls in
but the awful din will put us in a trance
but might I say
we will all decay in ways that I cannot deem right
Its the hight of fashion to show compassion
so lets all let in the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem