You came from the lowest of low classes
why pretend to be a King seed of masses
now you mean nothing at all to me
like a snake around the neck just see
no faith and no spirituality all empty talk
fancy clothes oh dear and that silly walk
you entered our lives like a big Patriot
we believed it all you made me an idiot
how can a man be such a liar and cheat
for decades all of us tangled in deceit
generous and loving your outside symphony
we nearly died when in it ended in a tragedy
from a God to a Devil you turned out to be
blinded us so long why couldn't we see
my mum married a hero a wonderful man
why evil ate up, oh so hard to understand
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I would like to translate this poem
To appreciate joy...one must first...experience....sorrow! A brighter day....awaits.