We are under the control of
The one eyed king
And this is the land of blind.
When we are begging for water,
He is giving us liquor.
When we are begging for food,
He is giving us everything
That are in the long run not good.
When we are begging for shelter
He is giving us the dreams of the sky.
We are unable to bid goodbye.
We are not able to get the place
We are not able to live here, the way
We are to be satisfied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem