Upon my mother they threw the sinister
Those that were black and sinister
And be still hiding;
And be more sinister
For them too the Black
Prepares I its own turn the Sinister
For
Does not who lives by the Sinister
Is taken by the Sinister,
That's not revenge, but Justice.
And Justice there be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem