Tax Of Poems Poem by Soran M. H
Tax Of Poems
Pack of Wolves surrounding a pen
Weapons on their shoulders
Money in the hands
and the frozen mind!
This is unequal fight
But eventually
truth triumphs over
cowardliness of oppression
that would stay at odds
in a precious system
of entire universe
Even the blood of the pen is shed
the soul of poet
it shines in the sky
With every sunrise
Very compelling images. I can see those pack of wolves. Yes, in a battle, there is no equal forces. Deeply poignant, perceptive and timely write.
So beautifully penned! Your poem confirms the common saying ' Pen is mightier than sword.'Even the blood of the pen is shed the soul of poet it shines in the sky With every sunrise'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Soran, this is fabulous TFS Bravo! ! ! ! !