An old shameful disgrace
Hard to believe we share the same blood
walk the same, and share a similar face
I alwayz tried to please
But got no response
like a hungry mouse begging for cheese
Living only a short distance... never 2 far
Just a phone call away, short tram trip away
And you call yourself a man, call yourself my Pa
A father is never afraid to stand tall
And open up 2 his son
Instead you stay sheltered and let yourself fall
I call you a despicable disgrace
sometime i wish u could drain my vains
walk different, change our similar face
i can't explain how great you write..it's just beyond beautiful..i truly love them..~hazel
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I would like to translate this poem
You gave up the sword. That was the first step. Forgiving sets you truly free. Enjoyed reading your work. Your pen is indeed mighty.