LAST DAY
behold he come with cloud
every eyes shall see him
earth shall wail becos of him
last day
all involve in one armpit
every human being
you could listen to the voice
cry here and there
last day
when the honest make straigh arrow
no wicked we rise from ashes
they belong to that hut
the last day
warroir move to and fro
backup the wrong tree for your action
you make yourlife barel of laugh
you could remember
the last day
no one in terms of tribulation
you dance to the musci you play
you could heard the great voice of truimpet
prolong the agony
you could suffer for yourseif
know proof to fight
know pros and cons
you could be under protest
you decide with your faith
the last day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem