They think I don't hear their snide remarks
Mistake me for a fool, for they are narcs
They claim to be the same blood as I
But they always judge and scoff and pry
Even those outside my family ties
Look down on us and tell more lies
Little do these piggies know
What the seventh knows she doesn't show
One day beyond my loved ones' tears
There will come a time when all are ears
They'll listen well as I stand by
Smiling at the aftermath:
‘Painful', yes, they cry and cry
‘Indeed', I laugh…at the damn bloodbath!
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I would like to translate this poem