It is how I feel,
That I missed your touch,
Your serene atmosphere,
Your tranquil rivers
that illuminated our lives.

I feel awkward to look at you,
You kept my childhood memories
but are no more!
Just tell me,
Who ruined you?
Who made you to lose your principles?

Look at your east,
They have turned you into
a dustbin of immorality,
Young people in groups of five each
contributing a percentage of immorality:
drug trafficking, prostitution....

At your west,
A horizone of crime,
Banks and...