Tyrants of the closed fist
And the clenched heart are driven
By a darkness which destroys
Innocence. Tyrants have
The cold steel at their command.
They prey on primal fears;
Promote themselves as idols.
Under their dominion,
There is absence of freedom.
And without freedom's bright flame,
There is no warmth, love or hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic, such an interesting poem...10