Fear shrouds over me step-by-step
In this eerie hallway, as I crept.
The drapes tarnished with human blood
Almost as they collided in a flood,
Who did such a thing?
Cockroaches sprint across the floor
Passing under this unlocked door.
I peek in to find a room
Marked by tragedy, almost radiating gloom.
Why would they do such a thing?
A pistol in one hand, A knife in another,
By the look of the corpse, it must be the mother.
She tried so hard to save her modest, innocent family
From those b.stards who enforced this calamity.
This I tell you, as an officer of the law,
They will pay for such a thing.
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I would like to translate this poem
thats awesome, i get chills reading it! write on