Times turbulent call for action
People dying, killing for satisfaction
Blood shed on the streets we see
The braves are shot, the cowards flee
The killers have faces with no remorse
This faith of theirs will takes its course
Till every soul has become like them
They will corrupt this tree, root to stem
Will the world just sit and gawk?
Among ourselves we whisper and talk
Time to move and take them down
Take their throne and remove their crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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