People run past the flowers
With coffee in their hands they drink for hours
Their light is dimming away
Their rushing around struggling to fight it
But all in all it ends in the same way
We grab at whatever we can
Every woman, child, and man
The riches of the world aren’t ours to keep
The rich have nothing
The poor have everything
So stop grabbing at your money
Because blood is sweeter than honey
Time isn’t ours to reprimand
But every man and woman never let go of that second hand
But all in all it ends in the same way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem