E-arly twenty-third of August,
D-o hear the sound of voice;
M-ake your ears attentive,
U-sing the perfect choice.
N-ever ignore the message of the Lord God Almighty;
D-on't deny the truth that will set you free.
D-eep silence is deafening,
U-nfazed by noise anyhow;
Y-ou shall shout with whisper,
O-nce you listen
N-ow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem