Forest fire

O my pen, do not stop;

Come down today in rebellion on the pages of poetry.

Let the flame of rebellion burn in your ink today,

The death of the oppressors is in your ink as if written today.

It is written like a poem of equality in your ink,

Let there be written in your ink the epic of youth.

Don't stop the pen, keep going ...

Run away from the world where the monster-antichrist is.