decisions have to be made
to go forward or backward
or sit in the shade
to retreat is return to the dark
to an age that was bleak
and empty and stark
the shade only shelters your eyes
if we surrender our vision
we let tyrants arise
so never give in to the fear
for peace cannot follow
when tyrants appear
there is really but one simple choice
to go ever forward
and raise a loud voice
for the future requires we advance
if we take the right path
then the world has a chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem