By the river staged my resident
Raised the aggressiveness of the president.
I am now a rebel, their thought
My right I out sought.
It was the reverse of the Roman saying
That led me out, swaying.
Do what I do
As long as my land reign
I will never go foreign.
My words swum and goes
Like gander’s wife, goose.
And there I went to seek asylum
To live in a jobless and mucky slum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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