Even though you are here
And some of my courses are still unclear
Still I won't fear
Neither will I be in despair.
Come with your sword for all I care
But I swear, I won't tear,
Let your boastful words spoil the air
Still I'll see and run like the deer.
To your face I say I dare,
Cos I've a God with whom you are mere.
And as the clouds gather in the atmosphere
So will I count my A's from top to rear.
My promise land, I'm near
Giving up now, Ehee! for where?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem