Why are parents incompetent?
It's very sad.
Why am I indifferent?
It's even sadder.
Why Why Why Why Why
Why do they suffer?
It's pathetic.
The prisoner braids his noose.
The chicken plucks his feathers.
Content and happy in mediocrity.
Swines pay for filth and mire in gold and fur.
Hate hate hate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem