In pain you came screaming into this world,
From the day your eyes opened the darts were hurled.
Live long enough, you may see through those eyes
That mother who bore you suffer and die.
Soon you'll meet someone who might be 'The One, '
You'll whisper sweet nothings and have fun in the sun.
Then she will leave you high and dry;
Life sucks, and then you die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem