I'll shoot you with my words,
I'll stare at you like the flying birds,
I'll bury you under the poetic stanzas,
Since you are corruption, thus.
I'll hit you like a running train,
Like a poisonous snake, I'll give you pain,
Like a wild volcano, I'll burn you with my hatred,
Until you, corruption, are dead.
I'll be Mahatma Gandhi; I'll be Abraham Lincoln,
Making sure you, corruption, are utterly gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem