My pen is my friend,
My counselor, my hero,
More powerful
than all the Fires,
Lit up by Nero,
Because it can fight,
Injustice with beauty,
And tell us what's right,
That is my duty!
go forth! with flame thrower in hand knowing inside you can smoke any man! ! ! Long live Sandra's pen! ! ! ! !
Lacking the ability to do much else about the woes of this world, I too find it a duty to write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course, nearby this poem is the noble expression THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD. But you don't have to say that - it will pop into the mind of anyone reading with attention. Instead you first write about the rapport between poet and pen, mind and tool. And that softens the emphasis on d-u-t-y at the end.