A stroll across the savanna, My ancestral resort, There stood the ant, Billowing a new command to the community, Look this is not, The time to be considered wise for saving, Gone with the wind! Brothers invest in human and in resources, For this is the ideal! Saving is a no longer a virtue, In our community! The bee is not comfortable as busy, Making honey for man. Why not reach out to other colonies, collect honey sell to the merchants, And buy nectar, Rather spending a life time looking for nectar. Oil is saying that man is still thinking, He is the lord, Man takes the oil without paying tax, No more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem