Oh, the cruelty of men,
The greatest of our sin,
Putting others in a pen,
Holding high our chin,
Never looking where we've been,
Since only god knows when,
Killing our own kin,
With a crooked grin,
We are animals...
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I would like to translate this poem
I love it. I would take out the 'We are animals...' at the end, 1. because it kind of breaks the flow of the poem, and 2. because the title means the same thing, but is stronger.