you start the gore
blood flows on the shore
to fight is no more
but words will reflect on your soul.
the place where I should be
you just grabbed it suddenly
smirched my image,
ripped me into the pieces.
I am alone but you are many
together with your ancestry
made a ploy successively
and thought it was your victory
My time will come
your life will be gruesome
offspring will not lasts
and you will suffer the grudge.
- babylin palonpon
it has nothing to do with envy only a dolt will think such way. it has something to do with my country, some guilty will base on the shallow meaning of it. Its really shallow if you don't use your comprehension.
I think you have too many 'hate' in your heart, it could be rooted by the word 'envy'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh well, writing is the reflection of you.