You have taken a bright side from us who were confiding,
And pinched every habiliment of self-worth.
You are buried behind a mask of generosity.
While harrowing, many skillful young lives apart.
Further piles of you had a depraved heart,
For no one has been misled in quite a while.
Torment will reign in the brain without decorum.
You disgrace yourselves,
With lies and respite promises,
Don't conceive your snaffled soul will be backed.
You'll attain the blaze of nightmare for your infringement,
Your wicked souls will never be a revival.
It's long too late to make your reparation.
Bountiful of murders backwashed from your faults,
You strapped all and let the suffering in.
Now, who should heed about the detriment,
whether inbred or just ancillary,
Let's be loyal, not woeful.
Your oppressors are on the liberation again,
You loathe all but your inheritance.
You relinquish your lives to erase us,
To discard our blood and bone.
Your minds are full of rage.
To tenet the field with terrorism.
You need to achieve domination.
We've seen it all before,
And we could not let it be.
We give our lives for the privilege of gorgeous citizens.
We fight all skeletons of despotism,
To keep our seeds from anarchy.
To defend what we clench.
But dead air now would make us remorseful.
Let's fill the outright atmosphere with passion and harmony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem