Events will transpire, but I won’t give in;
The world bleeds around me, but I’ll never break;
False pretenses and false alarms will not fool me.
They’ll arrive with assimilation engraved to their heads, but they will never destroy me.
If I may speak the truth and perish, it means that I have won the war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem