When with your pity, my family is well.
When I leave yours with such, it is not.
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When shooting my family, it is good.
When I damage yours back, it is bad.
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When you hurt my family it is, fine.
When I leave yours alone, it is not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its called complex emotions of shared loyalties.