#WritcoPoemPrompt1
A twisted road, A rebellious journey,
A challenging code, Towards life's tourney
Snatching again pens, paper in hand,
Nakereketwa heart, I will not calm down the mountain,
Keep me remoteness, niwakemee hooligans.
All alcohol in the world, is the legacy of the devil.

I do not accept aristocrats, satanic
follies , You will not be coveted, make me
cheap , They are worth "wild", they are worthless,
It is the legacy of Satan, I do not agree.

You broadcast the radio, billboards on the street,
Safari in the newspapers, and on the television,
"Ours is a legacy," you say with no sadness,
It is the legacy of the devil, it is really not a joke.

Folly leave,
don't turn us away , All of us are not hooligans, precious people. Drink
alcohol material, not ours

Those in power, wine of appreciation,
They sit in offices, factories to sign, Rides on the
platforms, to tell us "serve",
It's Satan's legacy, we give you.

Three houses on the street, alcohol
is missing in the mall , Morning and evening, many are in the bar, They are sitting on the
pews, alcohol is pouring into their mouths,
What nation is it built , by the inheritance of the devil?

The old men see the sin; let them drink
.
They will destroy the peace of the people
.

Accidents on the road, and recklessness at work,
Crashing in the streets, underwear,
economic stagnation, and spreading AIDS,
Alcohol is the number one, satanic legacy.

Inheritance, what inheritance, give us addiction?
What is the origin, the origin, the building of the university?
Here I see no intellectual, but a disability,
is the inheritance of the devil, nawapasha Understand?

Families in homes, broken up in tens,
street children , growing up in the country
, underprivileged, infested with hooliganism,
Alcohol in the world, is a legacy of the devil.

I have come to the party, and the drunkards do not gather,
I have come to the end , I have filled them with a pen,
I have said it openly, openly,
It is the legacy of the devil, here I am for you
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