Poem

Hey brother, we only have one boat:

Are you swinging the drill in your hand thoughtfully?

Let its gaze be a harpoon for the teeth of the sea-

But it is unbearable for the soft wooden body.

The salty water around, if the boat swings, everything will swing

My everything, your existence and the ground.

The fixed hull is the size of a rope stretched over the body

If someone swings, you will swing, the boat will also swing high and low-

The water of death will rise with everyone, a row of saw teeth.

There is only one boat, but many people will set foot on it:

If the boat sinks, the soles of your feet will sink first

The solid hull under everyone's feet is shaky

When the hull sinks, the boat will also sink by law.

You have broken the law in the bottomless indifference of the sea!

Hey brother, the boat has only one inhabitant, we are many:

Keep tying the ropes of relationship on the sails of the boat-

Throw the curved propeller into the turbulent sea in the wind,

Knot the body of the seaweed with the harpoon in the net of death.

Remember that at the end of any argument or in any decision-

The boat has only one inhabitant, we are many.