TO ICON SHOE DESIGNERS (ENGLISH)

What a mess!

Inside the fake-ranted cool room.

Followers of shabby dogs' bless,

Your brain to be minced like a broom.



Roamers and Loafers;

Who degrade others' beliefs,

You devote in your Creator,

But, we seek truth within our bodies.



Your Maker creates-

Heads, legs, hands and bodies.

But with layers of wast substance,

Inside your brain, for  instance.



This deed-

Like a clown's performance:

With lots of errors,

Can we set aside?



Our desire:

Splash with our flesh and blood;

Surpass over thousands of nukes

Overwhelm millions of thunder bolts

To fulfill our desire.



Need to blow your dreadful skulls:

With iron rakes to pieces.

Bits of blood-shed flesh;

And vessels to those who teases.



For our devotees:

Race, Religion and Nationalities

Come forth, bring your guns, sabres and bombs.

But mere pointed bamboo sticks,

Pierce their heads with picks.

To perforate the bodies of Communism and Egoism.



Then ....

With a most beautiful smile,

We will tour the world together,

Pulling along the bull dog by the chain.

That dog being your Creator.



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                   Trs.  by  Mr. Sunny Brown