Testimony of the old bridge of a pending poem, chest tightness given the
backwardness of city hegomony
You know the village bridge?
Flashed majestic car of the old official car
Crashed beautiful cart carts asongan
Pent up the fate of the village children
The heartbreaking city bridge
If he could talk maybe he would say
I'm tired of watching you every morning
With busy without looking right left
While I, have to see a small child not dressed
Scavenge ngais under me
Looking for a speck of light for the abdomen
Beautiful you see you say?
Basic human stone "
While in the corners there
In the morning darkness and the roar of the waves
Witnessed in the hearts of many lowly humans
Dwarf dwarfs ready to hang
Walk every point of the old bridge
Begging for the unfortunate fate
And whimpered at the rough hand as red as blood
If they can complain
The dwarf will speak out
Echoing in the jungle
Without anyone watching
Our spirit is as strong as steel
He said this doll country should be highly educated
And we obey
The old bridge was his witness
Do not want dwarf boots wet
And dwarves are reluctant to go to school
Bah,, does still need school with his life stakes
What still needs education on the old bridge pole
This country is fair, staring silently
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