This is a lame event
Important less to discuss
Not all that matters
become topic of discussion
Beginning with a moral
Let the dead bury the dog
Oh! let dogs bury the dead
Now the meaning is much indeed
clear to begin with
No I can't stop here
Let the world chew it
Let them see the dirt
Let them count at once
But I just can't stop
Call it a sort of vomit
No not a soul to bottle
Gallons of rattle noise
I am now sick of battle
Who wants a victory trophy?
Let very eyes change
This is ugly entropy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem