take back the licensed
it was not you
it was your brother
it was your sister
it was the tool
it was the weapon
yet it is us
yes, against us
take back the license
let the silence
be for the grace
of the Lord of Peace
take back the license
let there be no annoyance
but the endurance
of the most high price
take back the license
well said
well done
unlicensed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem