the same game,
That man on the game,
On this tight life,
Many are not playing fair,
The same game,
Still I cannot believe,
It's all in me,
Before we die,
Make History and make known,
That it is all the same game,
In all my solitude,
That man is a lier,
The other is so crue to take mine,
Imagine that they wanted to take all that we had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem