Classic Poem

No more of this poetry.
Bring on the hard, harsh prose instead.
Let the jingle of verse disappear
And the strong hammer of prose strike.
No need for the serenity of a poem;
Poetry, I give you a break today.
In the regime of hunger, the earth belongs to prose,
The full moon now reminds us of toasted bread.


[Translated from original poem 'He Mahajiban' (Benglai) ]