They say it is called justice
But it seems unfair to me
Her freedom bought with doubt
A perpetual liar they set free
Now what will she do?
Her Bella Vita at an end
Alone in a vicious world
No one willing to be her friend
With a family sacrificed
In far more ways than one
Now suffering alone
Is the sentence to be done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vicious world, some times this is very sad, , , , , very good.