The Peacock and the tower
the Adept strikes the hour
for the people to recite
to our Gods
then we unite
against the lies
of the ages
the untruths of the sages
the tyranny of the religions
Our curses may be slow
but their demise
we will know
for we return by three
we are gods children
divided by none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem