Church bells chimed, 
Grown men embraced, 
Bursting into song, 
No matter their race.
Reeling with joy, 
Blessing the day, 
Praising the dawn, 
Of final victory.
A few garnered fame, 
Rockets to the sky, 
Superiority, 
And no alibi.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    