There is so much bad in this world
That someone has to stand up to be good.
Like warriors on the storm,
We must let our voices be heard from the tops
Of mountains.
And the children!
O, the children!
They must hear so that they may too sing
Of the pleasures
Of joy’s justice.
Oh, the children…
Where will they be without guidance?
Where will we be without strength?
We certainly must continure.
The world needs us like light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem