How many nations have risen before
and then fell flat on their knees?
Shall we join this list of fallen ones
or rebel against tyrannies?
What does it take to awaken a nation
to make a stance when it’s dying?
Shall future generations say of us
“They gave up without even trying? ”
To pen these words is difficult.
But to lay idle my pen is worse.
For to hold back my pent-up anger
to me is just like a curse.
So blaspheme I say. I won’t hold back.
Let the Gods judge my words.
This nation of mine needs all of us
to screech out like millions of birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem