Liar, liar we see the fire
coming from your mouth each day.
The fire that burns the truth
as we struggle along our way,
the fire that inflames the heart of those
that are tired of the words you speak.
So many deceptions that come our way
day after day, week after week.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
what will it take to see you on a burning pyre?
Never a trustworthy thought do you keep.
How can you close your eyes and sleep?
It has become your way of living.
You say nothing that's worth forgiving.
For you're a liar, liar
with your pants on fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem