Younger Age Poem by Dan Uriel

our fathers have always been slaves
with a sad mood, defiant, but they were in shapes
and God didn't care about us either

we've grown up someday
who doesn't know what it's like to live happily
and now with iron, with good courage

yet we want to change our destiny
we had no right, only our truth
now there is no one who stops on the way of life

still, we are the sons of Life
we move, hey, it crumbles then
beneath us is this old world