C-hoose the righteous life,
Y-ou shall live in peace;
N-ever turn a blind eye,
T-o gain glorious bliss.
H-ow many choices are given?
I-t's between wrong and right;
A-im at the latter, to make your future bright.
Y-ou must make a decision,
A-s July fifth feels the strife;
P-ick the better days, choose the righteous life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem