We lost our home just the other day.
In court, a verdict gave the bank it's the way.
Our children don't know what to say,
For they're far too young to understand.
What has become of our country grand,
This realm we call our dear motherland?
It's now become a hell on earth for some.
And worse, of all, there's more bad news to come.
We have no house, no place to call home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem