The time set out to live on earth is very short,
the chances of making success on this greedy planet are but really feeble.
My mama said I should arm all my weapons at all times and boldly take to war;
I should be strong and murder any man that comes in to darken my way,
I should pray for the years to fare out all of the only greener gains,
and smite a hundred fold on anyone who slaps me on the chick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem