Your finding is like colours of the night,
This drove my exciting senses in some light.
They loved the small children dying from cancer
And I found their skin no trouble to answer.
I loved a fellowship with the deity who cared,
My friendship was alive and well, this I declared.
Much may triumph when god is near,
Upper class tyrants can never appear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem