She was lonely with those sicking saint disease.although life was strange to her in the jungle, she had to pay a flight to the human world with it unforgiveable virus. Lifes were at risk, our scienties hero of death affraid of dying.u bats of eaten histories of african a taboo.1 finger in oil have put others at risk.making living a coming mistake, were fears grab fears.the earth is now reddish out of risk to contact you, and prefers nocukle than hand shake.u are a mockery, go back to ur humble home.virus? Even our supreme plutocrat are affraid of you and our land reject u, just as u accept liberians for the moment.we say goodbye to u and ur brethen please, please go and rest your case. Should i call u idiot, know.u are a good creature with pretty feather.go and rest your matter.
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I would like to translate this poem
Its a nice poem, May the virus listen to your writing and go to rest. Good write friend.