The death pales when sees the horrors of a tyrant
while God doesn’t want Nature to generate slaves,
nor minds with conceit or drunkenness, galley without
coxswain, so Eryxo hit Laarchos oppressor of Kyrene.
- I go to court to be judged, Ι would kill again if only
I resaved the people’s honor. I watch out the worms
who eat the oppressor not to grow as new oppressors.
You can’t be proud of a life, that you hide from the sun.
Her sky is clear and hence it’s not afraid of lightning,
for she says justice is sacred, the most needed debt.*
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It’s difficult to Amasis to judge a beautiful woman,
a speechless delusion, a dumb eloquence. In Egypt
they dig up the truth from the bottom, with a long net.
The law is a coral, but it’s worthy when you wear it,
a soul must read the soul in order to justify the soul.
Redemption is wind, flowing river, disperses glimmer,
a non sunk Isle - not Atlantis that is the prize of none.
Behold, the judge had a conscience of untroubled sky
so on the beach of his mind turns off the word 'guilty':
patriotism never is sent to jail, the brave are honored,
after all a blue sky is not afraid of any lightning.
© JosephJosephides
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