Sober up oh beautiful staggering soul,
Where is your determination for conquest and resolve for peace?
Have you lost your sight to the blurry vision of undetested malice?
Roll your dice, feed your hunger
wash your hands off the dirt from your past.
The clouds look up to you and your will for the safety of our
tomorrow. The bells ring in your head but you're still caught up in
your slumber, when will you depart from your ignorant ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem