Tyranny grows up when you have no courage
To cut it down with a sickle of your rage.
If you are intrepid, you are not to sit
Like a statue with no feeling and no wit.
If you endure it, a great sin you commit;
You deceive others as well as your spirit.
First is your position in respect of faith,
If you face the tyrant with no fear of death.
Second is your position, when you use your pen
To incite the people against cruel men.
Third may be your position, though you fear them,
If atleast in your heart such men you condemn.
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