Woe is me, woe is me, apperances of deception, tell lies of handsome and ugly truths, no peace of manners do they say save life in emo fashion, did i see a thigh, with my breath a goes high, indeed did the chicken die, while leader rule while dumb do no think of future only be decived, that is a future to be a wasted if not learned a lesson to always think twice, that is our destruction and destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem