no matter what this life may bring, keep standing even sing. running away, NO! never back down, hold up the banner stand your ground. no matter what the voices all around may say, their very own tongues bring their dooms day. Blood, swet and tears adding to that fears. they are all about lying, like there father they are dying. puffed up attitudes heads in the sky. proud and happy only deceived, waiting to fry. everyday is a day of their jubilee but blind leading blind will they ever see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most poets are social activists; you just joined the club! ! ! Thank you.