Wings are chopped off
Birds can't fly and sing in joy
Voices have been stifled
Wishes for freedom is going to die
Those sitting in power
With visions old and obsolete
Dwell in the dark wells
Message of saints they misinterpret
It is their heinous ruse
To remain in the power and rule
Until a revolution takes place
They treat the citizens as weak and fools
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem