There are so many good things,
i thought i could do
But what i have found
I am caught in jail and screwed
by nails, thy trying to make me fail.
False are everything i see but true is rare,
I laugh with all intentions,
The society is trying to pull a trick
laid down by the evil of the devil here.
I ask myself about the facts and tacts,
This is it where we lack and beneath,
everything my heart gets bruised
It's literally wounded and broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem