I have exterminated the white man
Personally destroyed Caucasian
You cannot see this for you are so blind
The death of your culture and all your kind
You were warned but this lesson did not heed
Now will come the slow demise of your creed
For the tiger will rise into the stars
Usurp your destiny that you did discard
Time waits for no man and not for the fool
Life can be bitter, ironic, cruel
But for this secret I will never tell
Though the mystery in your heart does dwell
So do not blame me for I did not know
You drew first blood now the cancer does grow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem