Be hold, my son
Thou status does not grant
Noble community membership.
I know what a society demands,
High paying jobs,
Look at me. I'm locked.
Yet, I had had it all.
I quenched the best of thirsty of fame.
Now, I'm disgraced for I killed a man
When I drove while I was drunken
Surf Oscar Pistorious,
The world will tell you.
Or ask Jube Jube,
The South Africans will tell you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem