Strict and concrete
With an abstract ideology
Seeing children laugh and play
Makes her go naught
Her presence from afar
Makes the children shiver
Hearing the voice of happy children
She would yell and scream
Their happiness makes her sad
The children laments
When will we be free from this old witch
Children would love to play
Even if it demands the old witch to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem