Use your mallet to strike a thought
Into your head of wrong.
With the real money of your house
Win back courage and peace.
Let it be known of the dangers of striking
And damaging the reality of life.
It is like your mallet, a burden on the brain,
Opening wounds and pleasure for the others.
They are mosquitoes in your net now,
So please make home a worry, make home a thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An advice of vigil....beautiful