Desperation.
On attack.
To save a fakin'.
On attack.
Created to make up facts,
By those caught in the act.
A desperation.
On attack.
Leaving no patience.
To have had.
And shown this patience out of gas!
Tight now are jaws.
Of the truth producers.
Who were tossed,
Under a bus.
Fed up with those who had caused,
Their lives to have been crushed.
Tight now are jaws.
Of the truth producers.
Who were tossed,
Under a bus.
By those who lie and break the rules.
And undermine the laws.
There is desperation.
On attack.
And, panicked by that.
With facts created fakin'.
On attack.
And, panicked that.
Shown is desperation.
On attack.
And, panicked by that.
Losers breaking rules.
On attack.
And, panicked by that.
Panicked by the truth.
And where it was produced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem