Many precious tyrants sacrificed!
Fire gets today their brunt!
They were either burned to none or iced!
For them ever God did hunt.
Windy days have no more roars of them.
Oceans do not call them ’gain.
Hatred is not worthy for a gem,
It should never be with men.
Time changes everything...It has a magical healing power for every injury....In the course of time society changes it's view to the tyrants of past. Great work...Keep going..I enjoyed it a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Sweet Poem....Tiny Poet Wid Big HEart