Love sold away
where love meant breakfast
Hatred and jealousy
replaced the 'former'.
At beginning never, never so,
Harmony gone,
what remains, but killings.
Five by the same womb
all disciplined.
Death invented disharmony
Then curse upon his kids
behold his blood
Woe! Not a single,
worthy of his replica
At sickbed,
the rogues of his blood,
Shared his wealth
without least information,
At heart confusion
embraced death pre-maturely,
O an unfortunate dynasty,
Where no love resigns.
