The wicked muse of life!
On this earth;
With human parts for sale,
But, why is it so?
The muse of the wicked world!
With the evils of the underground world;
And, with allegations.
Came, shame, same, lame!
With corpses;
But, why is it so?
The destroyer!
Of human parts being sold in the world;
With the professionals at hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem