It sound so really big,
until I saw it too little,
no wonder, it is always belittle
by many including pigs.
I shouted louder and louder,
to my wonder he stood
still gesturing at rain and thunder,
he got nothing understood.
Kinsmen all talk nothing,
just rumours injected into his ears
much like what he tells his peers,
shoot first and later do aiming.
Around are a lot of ladies,
the kind that kings have,
so perhaps he is one on our behalf
in near future or centuries.
May be odd not to dump,
him, that's what people say,
but I feel he'll have to stay
to gain power and pump.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem