On that bloodshed of hatred and anger
A glimmer of hope is needed
No tears cleared the warriors eyes
Only the darkness of an empty soul echoed
Such a pity!
The heart, the heart long mourned
The flames are vanquished
by those insolent barbaric thoughts
Pride, glory and honor
none of these draw the sword
For only the poet’s pen cuts the deepest
bless his hands, our Almighty
to light the warriors heart.
– on whatever accounts, it is harder to defeat the power of words
beyond killing a person for words don’t die with them-