My Donation Poem by Chan Mongol

You don't care who came before?
To give the life to get you through the door!
I know who came first and who elders are?
They are fire, soil, water and air! !

Who gives us medicine and breeze?
Those oldest species, greens and trees!
Time passed by and I grew old!
But I was a rebel and couldn't be sold! !

I lived with pride and without giving slavery!
Avoided masters and lived ordinary!
I chose the hardship, suffering, pain!
But I am not the Jesus who will come again! !

I always lost big considering my donation!
I rose up over and over to enjoy liberation!
I got my freedom and unchained my feet!
I am a free man and the nature who can meet! !

You got countries, wealth and home!
But I am in the"state of nature" to freely roam!
Deaths and bloods of my family benefited you!
I am just stuck in a traffic jam in your wrong avenue! !