They are people with good characters,
And befiting morals.
They never go in Lovelike twos
Their land filled with intellectuals
And endowed with skills in the letters.
Most of them on glasses
Burning up candles without matches.
These are all lies,
Who would admit to having an ugly child?
I was misled and called her pure
I was unguided and held her trust
But now it dawned on me,
That pure was not for her
Deceiver is what I now call her
Disrespectful they are
Immorality their culture
Species that are cast out.
Truth was betrayed
They told me the opposite truth,
And disappointment was heard
This was the very least,
I had expected from them.