Culture shall emerge
The death has been won over
But we have lost cover
The dictators emerge often
Turning land of heaven into hell
So many past heroes are before us
They cornered victories
Almost whole of land they added in territories
But what did it bring other than adding miseries
The game is still on
People's heart shall never be won
Until it is made known
You will have to own and accept wind if that has blown
People may want freedom
Along with Liberty to act with wisdom
Provide space to others who lack sources
And make them to emerge as strong force
So the distant nations are waking
And almost taking sides and talking
For restoration old customs and usages
Where culture shall emerge and forge alliance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The death has been won over But we have lost cover The dictators emerge often Turning land of heaven into hell