If my time should come
I'd like no one to entice me
Not even you
No need for those sobs and cries
I am but a wild animal
Cut from its kind
Though bullets should pierce my skin
I shall still strike and march forth
Wounds and poison shall I take aflee. Aflee
'Til the pain and pang should disappear
And I should care even less
I want to live
for another thousand years
I loved this poem. I read it when I was n Middle school, of course in Indonesian version. I feel the brave heart and strong spirit of this poem.
This is a poem that you loved to read when I was n Middle school. Of course I Indonesian version. I still can feel the brave heart and great spirit of this poem. Still love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The translation still fits wholly from the original