When the demonic force of evil spreads across the land,
Could you, young lad, make a stand?
When an outbreak of pure hatred destroys the things you love,
Could you, my boy, rise above?
The truth is, good child, even if it seems to be no use,
Just keep on persevering, and you could desist the abuse.
For maybe, just maybe, if you continue in your spirit,
Others will find the true way, adopt it, and endear it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem