You
will send a martyr to the block
with just a signature of your quill
You
will send to the block a man
a noble spirit who did you no ill.
Ah! but envy winds snake-like
as for long ancient centuries
it did
alas! and so you fell to lick the dust
of envy and for blood her lust
You
will send a matyr to the block
with just a signature of your quill
You
will send to the block a man
a noble spirit who did you no ill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem