Pernicious People Poem by Chan Mongol

PERNICIOUS PEOPLE
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 11 of 2021


People in my age have different styles and ways;
To share lives, materials in their days.

But poor me who was born as an unfortunate;
I couldn't sell my soul to forget, to be up-to-date.

As a man, I stopped often when losing any blood family;
My parents always cried for their dead elders, similarly.

My people and me never took any advantage from others;
To come to Germany, USA, Canada,2 families were traitors.

A lady promised donating her skin for my shoe if I bring her son to Germany;
She and her big kids played good drama and caused my pain and agony.

They murdered their innocent inlaw, housewife woman;
Her and her mute husband were better in that dirty clan.

Pernicious people live good from charity daily;
They can kneel down and can beg so easily!

My blood members were kinder to any unfortunate;
Those pernicious animals stabbed and made my horrible fate.

They destroyed my youth and played with my emotion;
I am finished for their black magic and manipulation.