Poetry: Jahangir
don’t know what to do,
I don’t know what to do,
Where civilization is a naked whore.
Shall I close my eyes or close my ears?
What kind of world is this,
Where bandits are the world!
You are showing off your power by dressing up as a bandit yourself,
You are devouring another country.
What kind of cruel barbarity is this,
A different president of another country,
Whom the UN has a policy of respecting.
You are holding him down with banditry?
What kind of barbarity are you raising?The brave Maduro is the son of history,
Simon Bolivar is the red rose and the umbrella of poetry.
The people of Venezuela cherish this,
That is why today there is world unity.Now, just a voice floating in the stream,
Trump, when will you go?
You are not human,
What will you do to destroy the world?
If you are human, you have to have humanity. How can you demand it?
Venezuela is yours,
Venezuela’s hero Simon Bolivar,
Venezuelan revolution’s
world revolutionary Hugo Chavez,
all of them are the best brilliance of world standards.
And you are global warmth without seasons,
which only spreads its fragrance throughout the world,
so we are the radiance of global peasant solidarity.
I will defeat you.
