If you want your weapon, come and get it,
makes even the brave men frighten,
whom soever that can protect lives,
fight back when it is needed can be called
a ruler.
You are not goddess, we are not frighten
with your presence,
You are not welcome even when you
speak peace yet your heart is falsely
dressed in slavery garment,
With our last force we shall resist You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic dream of freedom. Thanks