When fear is dead
The hunted antelope rise
To pay the lion a visit
When fear is dead
The bent slave stand
To demand for his right
When fear is dead
The downtrodden grass look up
To challenge the "iroko" tree
When fear is murdered
Courage is born
Truth resuscitate
The defenseless stand up
Visit, caution and challenge
The barrel of the gun
A mouth for sealed lips
A heart for oppressed souls
One for a majority
When fear is dead
(Wednesday 24th September,1997)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death! ! ! From the barrel of the gun. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am grateful Edward