behold the chosen children
who chose to become
marching shadows of freedom
on your skylines at night
and at day time…
swooshes of offensives in the forests
so destined to wage
the final and victorious blow
of encircling the cities
for the birth
of a classless society!
Oh mountains…
behold the nameless and the faceless ones…
they are the red fighters of the people!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for the birth of a classless society! A classless society is always a dream, indeed a great dream.. wealth makes us blind. pride and ego tries to keep other human beings under their grip....... we have to become benovolent, kind, loving like Jesus to mould a society in equality. tony