We are going away
In Panama channel,
Everything is going away.
The sky remains
As our only shelter.
They have taken aways
That are ours.
We are incapable,
We are poor and rustic,
We know not how to
Beat with the stick.
Taking advantage
Of our ignorance
They are playing mischiefs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The chanting Panama! Panama will definitely entertain us for a long period while it may hit hard to some. Thanks for innovative ideas which too are part of life.