in this line of work
money becomes so dangerous
and when it starts talking and
talking and talking
you become both deaf and blind.
you are a strong man,
go and take your morning walk
till the sun sets on the west
and rests in the darkness of
your horizon,
do not be deaf and blind
but be just and strong with eyes
still focused on whatis good
and beautiful and true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem