O there are now hot threats to cold elites!
Many are awakening from the dream.
One has to be asleep to believe it!
For behind this 'great' dream lie corrupt schemes.
Yet when consciousness is widened and raised,
The scales fall from the weary people's eyes.
No longer do they drift in a thick haze,
Instead they now look towards bluer skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem