rot is in heartwood
drones fill beehive
termites eat rapid
termites eat foundations
termites eat thoughtless
termites eat without ethics
termites eat work solid foundations
termites eat hungry cannibalize
termites ravenous devour rig cage
rot starts with shift share market speculation emphasis
rot starts with sly set net paper profits nothing produced
rot starts with stripping selling nugget assets overseas
New Zealand built on land development
New Zealand built on land managed resources
New Zealand built on colonial pioneering spirit
New Zealand prosperous from timber cut hauled from forests
New Zealand prosperous from gold won from rivers goldfields
New Zealand prosperous from coal mined in hillsides mountains
New Zealand built on harvested bodies whales fur seals slaughtered
New Zealand built on wool meat exported to class Mother England
New Zealand crucified when England joined CCE kiwi trade slashed
New Zealand built on land prospered from land management resources
New Zealand will prosper again with restoration land care farmed uses
New Zealand will boom selling high quality produce to Asian markets
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I would like to translate this poem
I like metaphorical poems and i surely like your style of writing