I want to quit this land,
Where I cannot give my hand.
To people round about,
Are selfish and are of doubt.

No aim, no goal, no ball,
Not adjusted I'm at all
All lies, all false and wrongs,
Bad tunes with dirty songs.

They are used of telling lies,
All different in their size.
Never punctual in their time,
No mind to learn the rhyme.

Keep difference in their opinions,
If some are very lenient.
They drink the poor 's blood,
Your labor result in mud.

Show love when the hug,
On back like poisonous bug.
They don't feel it shame,
Back-bitting favorite game.

Diplomacy in their creed,
Adulterated every feed,
I cannot take my sign,
Of mosquito's, illiterates and flies.

I weep, I cry to deal,
Pain, distress all I feel.
How can I trust their words?
They act like lousy birds.