If you deny me freedom;
Be ready for my madness and spill of wrath
Be ready for my rudeness and queue of assaults
Be ready for my readiness and misuse of words
Be ready for my madness, gloom and onslaught
I will remain your rebel even in the court
I will become a barrel seeking for your hunt
I will remain a burden residing in your hut
I will never be idle in the quest of my course.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem