Whether a story exist or not.
Doesn't mean out of my own ignorance I will be baited like a fish.
If you send me letter, and ask me of something I can not give.
As I said before I was never meant to be rich.
To survive will be more then suffice for me.
Greed sickens the heart to places unknown.
Where such stories can be told with no remorse.
Robbing by the hearts need to love.
It so wrong.
But its done a lot.
These people are lost.
Lust is not love.
No matter how much you want it to be,
Dignity thrown out the window.
Shimmy down the rope, and please do find that hope.
Cause their is a pain bared.
Knowing people like that are out their.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem