You surround yourselves with lies
You kept tigers as pets
Peoples’ lives were meaningless to you
You had your palace
And flashy cars too!
Your father made himself the voice of your nation
So you could control
Your own damnation
Cheapness would not have its place not for you Men of taste!
The taste for murder
The taste for hate
Your violence became
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem