MY PEN STILL SPEAKS
My pen still rumbles behind
Fixing those emotions corrupted
By animals in the house of hope
ℓ will keep coming into the move
Never take my absence for a while
As ℓ have gone but see it as downstudies
My pen still sing to unveil their evils
It still speaking more and more
Just more time is need to break through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem