It delights
Lie spreads
Truth reads
And counts dead
Where to go and plead?
Who will listen to?
When truth is spoken through
Falling tears and holding feet
You are insulted and given kick
It makes you rebel
And tell
Openly to world
We are poor but no coward
If you hear a word
It is fine to look forward
If not
We shall fight
Lies may be form of present art
But we are part
To some degrees it is alright
But truth always shines and delights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lies may be form of present art But we are part To some degrees it is alright But truth always shines and delights