Hey justice!
Why not practice
Events of barbaric
Is it romantic?
Keeping the charter on hand
Weeping the religion why
Beating the humanity of land
Having a long face why
Every moment every where
Each other fighting no care
East and west are bare
Easily cannot be fair
Set noose your Spied satellite vision
Remove the blindfold of realistic kerchief
Watch up killings of hostile before the screen
Adjudge washing up by justice of handkerchief
You have passed many of passages
Slipped up and forgotten many of messages
Suppressed witness in your own conscience
Will not allow keeping the distance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It will be unjust to say this poem is anything short of phenomenal, each line connecting with the next beautifully. Nice work.