She is well before me in memory
Cutting sadness with feeling sorry
I am being pushed to wall
With hacker’s call
Reader’s get indecent pictures
Makin my position shaky and unclear
I did not learn until complained
Still ignorance was maintained
The exact reason was not known
Some learned man from Iran had hacker’s stone
I was first victim
With no more verses and theme
Scores of readers appealing
I was badly feeling
All friends have stood like rock
They have used all their stocks
For my position to defend
What kind of messages can I send?