He held on tightly,
Hitting with words of hate.
Saying what he wanted,
And using no restraint.
Little ears can hear,
And their hearts will absorb.
With brutality does he speak,
His tongue – a two edged sword.
But a strong will emerges,
Amidst the rubble and debris.
The one who can protect them,
Will also set them free.
There is no love
Like one that is pure.
Willing to lose it all,
So that love is all they hear.
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I would like to translate this poem
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