After 10
Unlike past, on this land
Devil wakes, after ten.
Pumps limits is ten and
Rest closed, or ask cash
Or advance…no trust…
The poor and hungry
go to work and in rush
underpaid, exploit…
What a world!
Leave fun life of the King
Walk around Brampton…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem