Tho i cringed when'st i saw the warning, crasp upon the wall...
Only rules to govern of yee to stall and pratly fall.
Words and rules do stunt thy growth...
Freedom done hath blundered on.
Perchanced these days of last...
to failed miserably thru silent oath.
Ye hast haddath notherest great write done right.
A freedom's inTENse left afloat to drowning spoilage by governing dictating lifeguards of untruth.
A paraxysm of appropriate bursting rage to such illegal handcuffing! Eccellent writ! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said, as it is your God given right Michael. nice.... Lilly xoxo