Oh, poet can be judged, and can be killed.
And crucified on every square in town.
And food deprived, and in the cell be sealed.
For speaking truth his fate - to be shot down.
You can shot down body, not the mind.
Ideas seedlings prospering with vengeance!
And darkness will be gone. I must remind:
Sun always rise, as VERITAS is ancient.
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