Hands across the world we are
the masses. We protest injustice
that those in high office calls
justice. We weather the spray,
the gas, the beatings by the cops.
We will survive no doubt. Even
The freezing cold that beckons day
By day. We will survive like we
have always done while the corrupt
Will surely fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem