Let their be light.
How much light reach here?
Don't ask it.
God is busy now, with his dream.
Everybody obey him.
I have no food to eat, by i have a god.
I live in the lower class, bt my god stay in up.
It's my proud.
Our day dreamer god.
Our upper class god.
Our loving god.
Now we say let their be light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem