As they move they sway from side to side
Innocent vandals paid themselves to guide
though constitution gave the right to have a say
these great giants always will have their way
The fate of the fateless ant
beneath the hooves of the great elephant
thus resign to death and cureless ruin
so have we youths even to our own ruin
We aide and abait their every aims
so that little worthless peanuts we might claim
while our future heads for the bush
why not now lie in wait for blood bath and ambush
Oh fruitful youngs of the pregnant ox
the game they play is not for us
close your eyes lest you see their gory doom
turn your back and learn not of their boom
We have a great nation to protect
from foul legacies lest they infect
arise now young compatroits and fear not the cost
for our course is worth the price though we die or we rust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem