The American dream
He comes from God does not even know where.
Lobbying for change that he sees fit.
A dream of jobs while he robs.
He believes that this is a thrill as he kills.
He's only a fake and his name may be Jake
He can't change our ways that does make him sad.
But we make him mad because We Have The AMERICAN DREAM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem