My pretty poem loves Everyone and everything, It feels the poor's sufferings And the needy's pains, It describes a true thing About true people, It sympathizes with every pretty Cause and a pretty demand, It carries the sufferings and The tortures of the exhausted people, It writes down in truth about Everyone who suffers the tyrants' tyrannies Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, and It cries for people who have suffered The cruel world's cruel hand and cruel knife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem