Intense feeling, pressure rises
Riot in the heart, blocking the blood to pass
Snakes crawl everywhere, spread its venom
Could faith be lost?
Grandma what do you want me to do with you?
Peace or war?
Should I continue it?
To live or to write?
In the street it is not clean
In the mountain it is
What is the choice?
Why you want there?
You cry over your country
"Solution" is everyone clinging of?
You scream and each see the mourn
What are we fighting for?
Would you know?
Somewhere in the corner, someone
His life is somewhat miserable?
Could you turn back or face her?
Or better not, face yourself and
To what's inside of you
To what your heart has a pride?
To what your mind wanted to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem