Open-market we cover our heads,
Progressively into violated the fellow lives,
Even the guardians are wanted,
Never returned mama left home morrow.
All still, dabbler is the detriment,
Nothing seems cared but my business,
Debilitating abandoned street.
Catholic in ways, but none eludes the victim,
Lengthening across the three tongues,
Opprobrium we embrace, than means to end,
Situated round the air as water in the body,
Echoing nothing but the unlawful of law.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem