Heartless tyrant,
merchant of sadness,
the void in your chest
is filled with dust, darkness and defeat
Your machinations are old,
they shall die
Our hopes are fresh,
they shall grow
A billion torrents between our lips,
shall outnumber your number
We the generation of dreams,
shall defeat the slumber
Wow splendid poem in great metaphor, motivational superb! Pls chk out my latest poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We the generation of dreams, shall defeat the slumber Laessiv! : - - - - - - -)