There is a rebel spirit
in every man,
who fights for
truth and justice.
It has withstood the
blows of many years,
and will do so
to the end.
It sparks a burning desire
to wake up
the sleeping masses
and raise a rebel cry,
battling on with
a heart of gold,
to stop Babylon's
wars and confusion.
The rebel spirit
lies in the hearts
of heroes dead,
and is found in
every light of hope.
It is not bound
by time nor space,
it burns in
freedom's eyes.
It lights the dark
of every Hell,
as it thunders
forth its might.
It is called
the rebel spirit of truth,
and is there
for all mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is an ideal habit of rebelling where injustice is seen and to be objected. Here the poet made a good poem.