At my sight, the train approaches.
Marching like a million force.
Sights gazed at me for they whisper about my belief in them.
Judges with cloaks,
Blemish soaked in their passing,
Beast and wolves in the dungeon,
I fear not thee.
On the mountain, i will posit
Public must be aware,
Press conference must hold,
Just to opine my liberty
Looking upon a city of towers soaring,
Standing our ground in a crowd of lions roaring,
Held captives no more, back down no more
Masses, Liberty we seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem