The corpse would grow
Dried blood glow
The darken nights
They would fight
For the dead right
And will incite
The downtrodden
And would broaden
the
Vision would awaken
Rich would be taken
By the poor dead
Who for the bread
Sold his soil
Must be recoil
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Visions will be awaken by the poor (in mass) in fight for their rights inorder to survive....Nice metaphor, thought provoking one...10