Burning tears from his eyes still riot down
Down the vast of his cheeks
For in his life sorrow sat on a throne
And wore a crown
Sadness the glue was..that joined his every flesh, to bone
His pathetic life partied in clubs of fustration
His soul danced to sad rhythms with every second that ticked
He was an orphan and a lovelorn
His sorrow was fat and his woe thick
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No wonder 'twas his very hands who tied this rope
On dis tree from which his lifeless body swings
A mortal that never had hope
That maybe one day his seely bells would ring
Now.. Watch.. Even in death his eyes still cry
He commited suicide but his tears won't die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem