Let me tell you a story so far
about the past of this universe in a tar
while the skylarks fell for love,
and when the fire burnt the doves,
a hero rose named 'Shayan'
a brave heart who always can
with a blade as the justice fist,
trying hard to kill the beasts
he was sent to do this task,
without any hiding thing as a mask
hope to see these heroes in the today world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why should a hero come and save the world with blade? Those hero-looking guys are just in tales. There is no justice in the world. Everybody can reach this point of view with just a little thinking... There is no need for it. We are condemned to be and to suffer. See Ya