They're cloaked in robes
They hide behind their masks
They won't show their real faces
Because it's not in their nature
Yet, they know when to attack
Either on the ground
In the hills
Or some other place
Shy guys come in many colors
Red, pink, blue, yellow, green, black,
and white
Shy guys are big and small
As well as short and tall
Shy guys are seen during the day
And they're seen at nights
It seems they go on forever in this world
Without any worries or cares
Shy guys don't really care about anything
at all
As they march back and forth
East and west
But not south or north
That's their life
And for them
It's as good as it gets
They'll live with it
They'll live with it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem