Their ugly jet planes have come To turn life only into that ugly misery In every direction we know... They have not come to help, but To level everything to the ground... They have come to turn our happiness into That ugly sadness... They have come only to occupy Our pretty lands everywhere... Their grave-yards will be in our lands Simply because they have dug them For themselves with their own hands... Their ugly aggression will fail as long as We refuse it and we fight it... ______________________________________________________________________
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I would like to translate this poem