The Sun and the nature
Are our father and mother.
We are their creation.
Our mother is angry on our activities
I can hear her breathings.
One thing is to be done immediately.
We must detach ourselves
From corporate revolution,
their adds, ideas, wars and weapons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, the corporate is betraying our mother and leaving her helpless.We have to detach ourselves from their activities.