I defend them from the dark,
where some in the light go to hide.
The strength of the danger is humans they kill.
Wounded hearts, strike with the fist of iron and steel.
While those on the wrong side they can't feel,
to lend them the will they must have.
But the weak and defenseless, child near you I will hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem