International Criminals Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

Who is called an international criminal?
A person who climbed a wall?

Who made these villains?
Who is at the top or the main?

While they lay on their comfort chairs,
While they look at the sky with fair,

Those who they call them Criminals die in the street,
Were they criminals? They even didn't rob a wheat

So they continue their own dirty actions,
And in their ideas they make rightful sanctions

But what is the sin of the little children?
Why do these people justify themselves to them?

Down to the real criminals, take the children away from your dirty games,
And please don't talk about the rights of humans, lies are always the same.