The sun is high,
And the neck
Is parched.
He carries the
Sword of silence,
From within
A storm brewing
Outside.
His silence,
Is the fire
Of many,
His gaze,
A loving one.
He stands with
The oppressed
& the downtrodden.
The ones society
Condems to live
As vermins
Of fate.
Fusion
Anor na nûr,
a i coll
na ring.
Togiel
megil dhîw,
no ven
na chaeron dû,
i 'waew
badhor
ammen.
Se dhîw,
na naur
en-rîn,
i ven,
melui a bân.
Dartha na
úgarth
a nadad lín,
i gwennin
ned 'ú-chebin
na rhîf
en-amarth.
End
Subject: This poetry deals with struggle of the warrior within all of us, that keeps humanity alive whilst being a silent witness to torture of the oppressed.
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