Why don't you practice what you preach.
It's all a facade.
Peaching Jesus to the masses while your son cries alone!
Like one of those T.V preachers, you have your lines memorized.
What about the truth?
My heart screams for justice, when will this end?
Auntie will defend you my boy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem