Capitulate and give in to death
Articulate and fight for your fate,
A moral’s fold, lies, and tradition.
What else to hold you back, what else!
Is this your legacy to carry dark ignorance?
Or be the banner of truth, freedom and tolerance.
The citadels of the past, alas in ruins, in destruction
Or else see the firmaments of palaces, of falsehood
Fallen for the posterity’s awe.
From deep your conscience a voice speaks,
Be the ears, tongue, hands, feet and blood
Be the courage, though faltering, be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
during my teen age i was much associated with marxism it was around 74 and read books on Che Guevara. a dynamic person. n ur write is dynamic too.