For we are broke and we are bent
Cause all hope was heaven spent
There's no time for us to live
We can't get what we must give
Go to work then go to bed
Cycle through until we're dead
Yea we are broke and we are bent
They say that love was heaven sent
But we must struggle as we strive
Just to get enough to stay alive
"Have some kids now you're a wife"
Is this all there is to this life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem