My country is joyful.
Joyful and beautiful as her children.
This invitation is for you:
Come and see how we are gentle.
Gentle and creative.
Come and you will love our sisters
Before looking at our “upper” lands.
Come and discover
What kind of five million persons
The world had lost
Because of selfish interests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem