To fight an unbeatable foe
To try when you arms are to weary
And the world would be a better place.
To right the unrightable wrong
To bear with the unbearable sarrow
That one man-
Beaten and covered from head to toe in scars
If with his last bit of courage
Stood up and said...
'It doesn't matter what i look like,
Nor what people think of me...
It doesn't matter if people don't like me for who I am
It only matters what I think of myself.'
Then the world would be a better place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem