I have left my children to save my own hide
While I could not have prepared them for life
With their kids nobody knows what would betide
To their future and towards which how to strive. I have left my property that from sweat flowed
But the thugs appropriated and refused to return.
They claimed over my body the debt never-owed,
And the sharp practices they forced me to learn. I have left my poor people, unfortunate and unable,
Wiped out of intelligence and wise scrutinies,
In a war-torn country which the traitors disable,
Squandering resources and missing opportunities. I have left behind my past but not for it to pass
Because I never forget or deny its persistence.