MY BAD UNCLE’S LETTER
Child of no father
Child of no mother
A bastard you are without inquiry
Chased into civilization to pleasure judgment
They verbalize with their faces cast down to the ground
My friend, you live denial without rebellion.
Soreness is all you have recognized.
A steady home to rest your head is a search in vain.
With all the undesired pain and tears,
plunk lofty be fond of a soldier, fighting a merciless battle of rejection.
As though not seen, your families will knowledge the contrary of your misery.
Good luck my bastard ally, child without blood relation