The man with the golden pen
The president a man of great charm
erudition, has a shady side caused by
his absolute power over others.
Every Tuesday he is presented with
a list of state enemies, he reads and
put a cross of those who have to die.
When doing this he sits alone in his
office, the moment when he is god
decides who is going to live or die.
No man is strong enough to resist
the power bestowed on him, luckily
we have elections but do we listen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem