Many thought I am a spy
a man who can press out a lie
rumors around will have no value
void and useless if not proven true
in almost all aspects to make it show
nothing can stand once it makes a blow
Being an instrument for something noble
revealing the truth is like fighting to rumble
although at the end it maybe self rewarding
to settle for good rather than a bad standing
option I hold is sustain integrity of the system
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem