# Poetry # poetry you wake up #
Poem you wake up With your glory Take a bath in fresh blood In my ink, That is wrong Become my pen, Where the human being loses the value of the human being. So my skin became black. Where the world is today The primitive era came Far away, now primitiveness is not forgotten, Get up, my pen With a vigilant eye. Those who play with creation In the pursuit of one's own interests Let the elder come down In my pen, By destroying civilization In the name of rude behavior.
Maybe more than God Can't come to the front The human being in his arrogance Disbelief will befall him. That's why in the hands of people Gave up the power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem