Only coward floe before eyes of hominids
Died like hogs in the forest
But man roar like a hungry lion in the jungle
Make buffaloes face consequences of death
Chase them a million miles away.
There are no first and second classes of our again
It's time to return
Panic, pains groaning, and bloodshed
We must not fight like an ant on a rock in the night
Let fire the furnace for mad bark dogs
Fight back
For your generations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Freedom is a decision of self. And freedom lies in your own mind and then every thing falls on line. Yes when suppression is great we need to raise voice but at other times we just have to make vice choice and be free. Good metaphorical expression. Thank-you.