I would like to inform you that the Ranks had gotten me out of the cells today! And for heaven's sake, outside is full of malice and the venom of the things created by mankind.
Run! ! If you have anything to fear of! You are either part of the problem or, part of the solution; but, who feels it knows it all.
Range, strange! The the voice of a Military take over! ! Coup! For heaven's sake; still playing by the rules.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem