If only they knew the future
they would have teared me off my mom's womb
But I kept growing till I became mature
ready to strike their hides with bombs
Being a foreigner is both a bless and curse
a bless for nobody and a curse for them too
just denying my place of birth
Forgetting who I am and where I belong to
Injuries are badges of honor
I wear them to let the cowards down
Never again will I seek charity from donors
or be that circus clown
Greed, Racism, and tyranny are the gates to doom
the one way path they're running in
for sure they'll end up locked in a dark room
that of failures and bitter sins
For GOD's sake ask them Frank
why did they crucify my mom?
Did she kill a punk or rob a bank?
or maybe decimating a state with a bomb? !
YOU SEEK QUESTIONS, WHILE I ANSWERS
I DON'T NEED TO APPRECIATE THEIR INTENSIONS
LET THEM ALL DIE IN CANCER
WHILE I SEEK VENGENCE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem