In the highest part of the blue-black sky
Where you will see the real truth without any lie
An organic organ just dies….
Falling down from sky a dead thing
That thing was carrying a wealthy golden but dim ring
But the ring sink in the ocean under the sky and went down, it touched the depth part of ocean, ping...Ping...Piiing…
The world under sea had a noble captain
Who was always living with pain? ! ! ? ? ?
Then he found that ring, For him….it was a great gain..
That hero called, Captain Cur
A pirate one, but he was fair
He wore that ring; he became the king of there
The seas, the oceans, the blue brilliant seas were controlled by his hands
He made a great group, a unique band
From the depth of sea to the shore's sands
He ordered 'BRING ME THE FELUCCA' a saintly boat
After a great feast, he wore his unique coat
Then put two feet on a nicely place, but he left a note
The note said: when you become a king or a powerful creature
You should protect poor and flesh people, because it's a gift from nature
There you can live with peace to the end; you can make a brilliant future!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem