Hunger strike!
For what?
For your own language!
No one has power
To take away
Your language, my dear.
Show your strength together,
Cry, make a loud and use
Your own language
And show your identity
That you are a lion.
Give the certificates
Of your birth and residence
And force all to use at yur home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our mother tongue is a natural thing and a perennial gift of God that none could coerce us into defiance........ rightly said....well composed