Are those tears real?
Those cried when caught straight in the act.
Are those tears real?
Those shed when you can no longer deny the facts.
Are those tears real?
The ones dropping at the burial of a staunch enemy who fate has silenced at last.
Are those fears founded?
Those expressed at the beginning of every shady deal.
Are those scars deserved?
The result of an over-expression of how you feel.
Are those years wasted?
The ones spent respecting everyone else's views.
Are these people real?
Those who gullibly follow without thinking.
Can these youths think?
The youths who give blind support to a ship that's sinking.
Is this generation sane?
That of youths who passively accept injustice without blinking.
Will this nation ever be free?
When we fail to act and keep on lingering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem