Indeed, I'm an alien, outnumbered, and all sick
You, my ruling lord, are the roof to renaissance
Obnoxious, stupid, and outdated I keep crying
My people pray, and the stations are all empty
Why would the world care? Am I in the world?
Ah, the world is so wicked, witty, and wise!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem