The best inflammatory statement I have ever heard,
Like that of the Orebebe's allegation to Jega,
Which outburst the peace of the collation bard,
And imposed a staggering honoured-blogger.=>
Your fabrication is equivalent to poverty,
Which can derail the cold-freeze,
That can furnish till infinity,
Like that of the air-breeze.=>
Your so-called truth is a lie,
Vis-a-vis with political propaganda,
Made to compesate the inner mind of high,
Which convince them to overlook the agenda.=>
You have build your muscle ironically,
Which has mars the glory of the membrane,
With its refute treatment medically,
With the inclusion of the brane.=>
Helm your chest with truth,
Share your opinion with believe,
Muse your core with what your helm,
And believe on your opinion with what you share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem