We are kept with law
but this sticks to the floor.
He creates
he violates
things, not at ease
things of our own, is please
our right seiz
our guard dogs,
are in shadow, smog.
For thirty pieces of silver, they get us down
our nation is kept on no hand,
mouths with command
get all smile, we frown
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I would like to translate this poem
quite true Ironic isn't it that we should make law that only us can violate a ''nation on no hand'' is bound to fall shoulder the cross, put forth your hand and never let it crash for whether it stands or falls. you'll either suffer it or your children do.