Black tears run down her checks,
Leaving dark memories in a streek.
She thinks about her little brother,
Then her sister,
To her mother.
Her world is crule, mean, and dark.
She get no food,
So she starves in the night and day
Till god crys and sweeps her away
She give one last sigh,
Then she dies
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I would like to translate this poem
Full of emotion..... well done