I hear the air, air her fear,
Mom, I hate to wave those leaves
Welcoming me with a lovely smile
As I am sure will kill her smile
With those waves, I hide and bear
I hear a tiller, tills his heart
Blaming his fate to born on earth
As he ploughs a land in vain
Drought as such as his dreams
I see a mom, squeezing neap nap
To feed her child without one eye
She souses her heart in a sump of tears
To feed a nation by her own
I hear a forlorn sigh!
Of mother earth in return
As she has nothing else to give
Other than those radiating hot
Nuclear wastes, she carries in womb!
Alas! One shot dead
To portend a risk
We bear and wear
The criminal silence!
Break the silence you rehearse
To license the reign of disaster
Let us not testify it
With the bleed and bleak
Of pseudo dream
They feed us with the poverty!
Rise against those evil lead
Nuclear power projects
Condemn them until you breathe
To contain life,
To concern life!
Lest you should
Pronounce it silent!
The ethnic death of poor mankind!