''HANNIBAL'' (ORIGINAL POEM)

In her cruel soul, she is a ''cannibal'',
she acts, now, like a mighty Hannibal ...
Eating my brains, when I am alive,
but it seems, me - a fool, that I thrive ...
Losing this game with her - the battle,
hear all those swords, how they rattle???
She is crossing the Alps, she is armed,
I will not escape from her unharmed ...
Rising against me - ''The Roman Republic'',
I will defeat her in front of them - public!!!
Do not fight this war, you little monster,
you will be a loser and I will be your Master ...