Phalaris the cruel,
Tyrant of Akragas,
You have blinded the poets,
And burned their quills,
You have flung their parchments into the helpless sea,
That now weeps for them,
You have trampled their ink into the dust,
And have forbidden their words by pain of death,
But their passions remain fierce,
As they bravely recite their verses,
In the light of a new dawn,
Piercing the shadow of your cruelty.
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