To Be or not TB,
We are the problem;
Clairvoyant now we see
The Ruling Men -
Our parent selves of course -
Just lead to doom,
The cart before that horse
Will bring the tomb
As if it's preordained;
Let's change our ways
From nothing to be gained;
We'll live and praise
Ourselves for being wise,
Eradicating lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem