Watching from the window tower 
Life is kind to us cos we alive 
Death left to hunt others down 
Sometimes when we hear the siren 
The ambulance return another victim 
It's not cos we need life the most 
Not even our age difference count 
Beauty is vain here 
Neither handsomeness nor wealth 
Is allow to bet more wage with him 
So let it go and see it as a gift 
Tomorrow may come petty but pregnant 
When it deliveres we may need some 
Hell bent over and Heaven's gates calling
So live it as thou your last day 
Keep it true for the permit is righteousness
The ticket is Holiness 
The Judge is truthfulness 
Lay it all on hold and love that neighbor 
As thyself for in him lies the god 
We never saw in disdain and pride                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    