Monday 21 April 2014

Letter to oppressor

You excel me in links and ties
You might have the muscle might,
I am the human with little guilt,
But more conscience and will to fight.
Sooner or later but sure in time
Lost shall be your upper hand
While your  muscles shrink and die
My grand ideas will stand:
The idea of peace and love,
Human respect and dignity,
These are the weapons I have to spare
These are the muscles of eternity.





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