It's so fatty in the fattening attire gaze
If looked by ways in true or false scenarios
And dashing thoughts looming near a rivered face
And turn your eyes, you facades of the past base
True or false the movie snaps a loosening heights
Overtaken a milion miles but a mingled state mortar
As folkland is the world on fire, rotating lives delights
As the name litters a world of movie pictures authors
True or false, cyclones are dare killers in modern world
Swiping machine, you all have
In this room of wars earthquaking souls,
And taking a dambo of brutal blood, you all have
This world, a movie pictures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem