Could everyone envy us;
Thou we live our lives not the same way,
Our thoughts; not the way they think
We are trusted, they were lost
We are pauper, fragile and weak;
They are wealthy and strong,
Yet; spirit of cowardice flow through their veins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all human beings not until you started being human