Awake, they will vow
To blink no more but toil
Double toil and fearlessly fight
Tom extract our rights
From the lion jaw
The antidote to our land and pride
Else, they will sleep on
Deep, deeper to wake no more
The land cancerous and hopeless
Both converge to a shameful death
Because we shielded our heads.
(Monday 23rd April,2001,12.15pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To slumber! ! Feeling unconcern, Prominent people in the land. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Development bypassing the people. Thanks