This Hannibalic officer– drooling over,
The money you bring, the money you gain.
Eyes: Sucking Mary’s chocolatic chic,
Hands: Shaking Junior’s bulging jersey’s.
If– You don’t comply nor meet requirements,
rest-assured, you have the liberty of voluntary deportation.
If— You escape, your family is at stake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem