I stay in a side, got something on hand,
I am starving here in nowhere's land,
Mama call me home, on that our's sand,
I got no money, i am so very very shred,
A loaf of bread, mate to almost a dead.
Friendship and allies are all so lies,
Work ship and payoff not really wise,
Frown of face, from friends to flies,
I lost the hope and following a thread,
A loaf of bread, mate to almost a dead.
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I would like to translate this poem
Interesting word usage here, you wrote it flawlessly.keep it up hey