While I was changing the old gunny sack containing sand,
a frog suddenly jumped out.
Unfortunately for him there was no rain nor the sky cloudy.
It made me recall a popular image often used in local newspapers and on Facebook -
Comparing lawmakers to frogs.
They change sides as frogs leap from one place to another.
No principle holds then back;
they jump where it suits their personal will.
A frog jumps when the rain calls, wherever advantages lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem