TREASON AGAIN… (isev gautanloba)
Again betrayal,
Treason and racket.
A sage – clad
In a straitjacket…
The spoiled landlords
Demand taxes and costs.
To chum up with a grabber
A poet is forced.
The flatterers and slaves
Think themselves upright,
Against the kindness
The deceitful fight.
The orphan’s late bread
Isn’t baked nowadays,
“I’m the rich-man’s brooch, ”
The king complains.
“His majesty” doesn’t care
For the man that is old,
And the rooster, too,
Thrice has crowed.
Tsira Gogeshvili
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