Don't you wade,
Or dip...
To slip,
In disorder near the border.
Don't you wade,
'Cause here's a tip...
You'll be caught up and be drawn to their brawls.
When you begin to sink,
In deep...
Who is going to free you,
From the grip of the beast.
And when you begin to sink,
In deep...
You become what it is that's wished,
By the company you keep.
Don't you be teased to sink deep,
In disorder near the border to be slaughtered.
Since,
The doing of it can't be dismissed.
And...
You'll become whatever that's wished,
By the company you keep.
So don't you dare to wade or dip.
Or go too close near the border of disorder.
'Cause...
You never know whatever it is,
That can't be changed by you or dismissed...
By the company you keep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem