Of Poets,
Sad and Sorry
No one gives a hoot,
Not given,
Much attention
Because
They are sincere,
For Truth.
Instead,
Nonthinkers and offenders,
Wish to often follow
The journey of the absurd,
Pretending to be
So 'misunderstood'!
Wanting things
For nothing,
Countries ruined
For good.
Sorry, friends
Nothing is for nothing
And there is no
Robin Hood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem