There are those who stand tall,
Wanting nothing at all.
Except for those who do
To stop taking things from you.
My love, my freedom, my (in) sanity
There are those who look up
Wanting everything in their cup
Expecting a butler to jump at their command
Unaware that this man could hold their life in his hands
Not caring either way they just try to make their pay
Death will come soon for him
The butler does not delay
When his deed is done
How will it matter how much was in his cup?
Will their families care? The butler or the man?
How could any person sell out their biggest fan?
The man who looked up with a spilled empty cup
Killed by the man who stands tall,
Wanting nothing at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem