Formerly,Havana is fetching and pretty,
nevertheless,at the moment it's barren,penure city,
Disparate law,Poverty and unfortunate rally,
It's cause of the ruler;My own brother!Kelly,
He certainly did not give justice to the people who were murdered,
He killed the people who opposed of what he ordered,
Made poor more poorer,
Hauled away all opulence of people,
Took individuals into custody and cinched up in prison.
Scanty souls roveing with a ravenous stomach,
Yet futile kelly,living jovial life.
I am his brother,His foe John!
Well loved by him,before I grown.
Punishing blameless farmers for not offering him rice and wheat for free,
And cruel to a child who set foot in his castle before he agree.
Being insolent to soldiers who toils for the city's victory,
Assassinating those who speak just one word more in a hurry,
Well! his dreadful heart made up of tungsten.
OH CHIEFS!
No man exists to battle with him?
The city is in poverty rim.
I,his rival brother will take up his authority soon,
And will construct a city where people stop to mourn.

-hilmi....


it's a darmatic monologue poem.