Society pleads for order
Order siezing the mob
Calling police for back-up
I stand up for my rights
Enter the pentagon
Try to pass a law
You say no
Protesting is the only way
Running around and causing
Optimists and Pessimists
Tyrants and peasants
End the beginning
Society will fall
Try to stop us
I will win
Need our rights
Giving us our rights, finally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, my acrostic idea, eh? Lol. Well done. An issue I am all too familiar writing about.