A Temple and Its Kids

Mama told me that uncle built a temple

on the west bank of a river evil;

There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
They struggle to keep their pants on waist bones.
Beside them, stray dogs hang out with shameless moans.

Mama told me that people were happy
and they found peace amid light and lily.
There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
Far and wide, villagers walk for pilgrimage
in wrinkled clothes and skin; what a nature's pillage!

A rumor is circulating that wishes are done,

if they offer their withered hearts open.
There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
Mothers complain about price of onions and rice.
Then, they pour more oil in dimming light to entice.