We were born blessed and innocent.
We were GOD’s temple……I confess.
We grew like nourishing trees.
We were once sweet like honey made by bees.
NOT now! We are living in hell.
Our souls are possessed by these present evil world.
Our hearts carry anger like lions.
AND we began biting each other like pythons.
I thought we were raised by guardians who fears GOD.
They treated us like pots of gold.
Only to find out that everything was so fake.
OUR sins are deeper than that of a killer whale.
We still hooligans, we don’t give a damn.
We break every positive commandment.
We live fast and die young.
That’s our motive, being pessimistic…..
We good and bad, we are holy hooligans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem