#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...