As a young maiden you lived in peace
Nurtured by mother nature
Before they came, they came
You were as beautiful as nature herself
Before they came, they came.
Your breast were ripe and firm
Before they came, they came.
Your hair were full and beautiful
Before they came, they came.
Your singing was charming
Before they came, they came.
Your touch was soft and gentle
Before they came, they came.
Your character were real and loving
Before they came, they came.
You respected mother nature
Before they came, they came.
You blossomed like a flower
Before they came, they came.
When they came, they came
Nature lost you to the hands of feign
When they came, they came
You became as ugly as the hide of artificiality
When they came, they came
They exploited your breast
Until they were almost empty
When they came, they came
They cut your hair jealously
When they came, they came
Your singing became songs of sorrow
When they came, they came.
Your touch is now rough and hard
When they came, they came
After they came, they came
You pretend to be like them
After they came, they came
You are now unreal and bogus
After they came, they came
Now you dishonour nature
And will not listen to her cry
After they came, they came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful one i like it, though sad.