We have been forced here to come
And not been asked of our desires
Of what should be our life
But we have been allowed freedom
Of choice and making decision
The life we lead
Decorated with desires and dreams
The paths of left and right
Of love and violence
Of divisions and diversities,
All problems and effort to solve
Are not just thrust upon us
But are our decisions and choice
Why then the unknown
To be blamed and prayed
To light the path
When we still have closed our eyes
And trying to cool down the thirst
With the blood of our brothers?
Freedom is not individual
but collective
The moment I see myself as all
Three will be no more problems to solve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem