Thế giới kham khổ Hard world

Hard world

Poor world
not a poor world, no wealth
but their hunger across the continents is still terrifying
rain, wind
sun
prolonging dark skin
being sad day, wandering along the roadside, market corners

The world has many rich people and many poor people
fibrous, painful, disease like fungus
Wrinkled skin, wrinkled eyes, atrophied limbs
sweaty ragged clothes
illiteracy reigns

No one has ever released all the grief
Sad ending with deep sleep, going to far areas, innocent children
spreading hands
calloused feet
warm longing eyes
quietly crossing the street
quietly long dead no one knows

Does poetry climb into the hearts of children?
Which crystal rain will be empty poverty?

Their hands are dirty and they hold half a loaf of bread
Their face stinks
stinky bodies
shaken by the crime of war
the crime of cold
of irresponsible sex
of life’s fate
of the zigzag road

As the season passes, the children wish they had a home and a place to study
But how can I do with a flat stomach, dragging with life
gloomy life clouds
love clouds are no one
great civilized world for cheaters, plunderers, looters
Only the lonely, the stupid taste the bitterness

Sunlight shines, but does not fill the stomach
have not yet found food and human knowledge
they drag themselves across the lawn, the funeral
but left in the hearts of poets so much bitterness!