Will you bend a Knee,
To feed off your plea? ,
Or rather starve hard,
Till you can eat like a king,
Will you eat like a dog,
And feed on leftovers,
Or rather eat like a lion,
With every meal a Passover,
Will you cry like a baby,
Till you get fed out of pity,
Or till the soil very hard,
So you can eat with dignity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem