The voice of the Poet
Is the Voice from the desert,
Calling out the truth boldly
Though the price may be his head!
His voice is the voice of the dumb
The down trodden, the orphan
The widowed, the weak, the lost
His voice is for the underdog.
His voice is the clarion call
For reforms, for justice and love
He is the sentinel of peace
For us he suffers and weeps.
His voice it creates, recreates
And renews the soul of mankind
His voice is the cleansing breeze
That transforms earth into a heaven here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem