Poisoned by their own habits,
And a lifestyle they value...
As a standard to achieve,
Has them in dire need of resuscitation.
And 'hopefully' some of those ideals preached,
Will be given a priority as a rule...
Without anyone believing,
They've been born to reflect exceptions.
Hopefully the prospects to revive them,
Using resuscitation with fresh air to breathe...
Will awakened them to see the light!
God knows it is bright enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem