Rules are meant to be obeyed
Yet nothing seems to be relayed
To people who seems to have made
The very same rules in the trade
Come on and tell me the truth
When you hear and found it moot
The reason for being put
In your place even if you loot
Now friends, and strangers
We are in grave dangers
Because of generations born in mangers
We can't follow rules like rangers
So, let's try to let our thought be spoken
Rules are meant to be broken
But will the dangers be lessen
Or will it just be worsen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem