Traveling in the route of no success
Wondering what will them, ever posses
Mind, heart and soul in ceaseless rage
Wondering what might stop the pain
Poor people have taken the wrong course
God tried to talk them out of struggle
Strugglers somehow deaf hear nothing
Money cant buy us joy but material
We struggle to find joy that is free
We struggle to find joy through the bank
Deaf to hear the word of the Lord
Our struggle will never end for sure
Miseries will tear us apart and apart
Confusion and confusion will tear us apart
Tight up in struggle find your compass
Know the course of your Kilimanjaro
Once on top there is no relaxing
Or else what is given might be taken
Tight up in struggle, it’s your training day
After the storm, there is sunshine
After struggle, hang on to your God.
***The Book of End of Times
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good. holds a dignifying voice and passion.