In the land of thousand lions,
the cave of thousand beasts,
the nightland of thousand
vampires,
the tree of thousand birds,
the house of thousand poets,
there's peace a loving being.
and the palace of thousand
messengers,
there lives a messenger,
but not messengers,
who delivers a message,
but messages,
there's commotion.
The palace roars with sound of
wailings,
prisoners cry loud,
messangers and court pages,
run here and there to satisfy,
king Dar and other chiefs,
But the messenger, not
messengers who delivers a message, not messages,
lives to fullest of joy,
meditating in his heart,
LIBERTY BELL IS SURE TO BE RANG.
he says all day,
works diligently in all manners,
avoid critisicm by saying nothing,
doing nothing.
He goes all way writing MESSAGES,
but now not MESSAGE,
Oh! Oh! !
Why? ! !
HE has been sentenced to death,
I saw the judge,
and heard him say it,
No one to pacify the,
messengers.
No one to bring words of,
comfort.
He's dead.
Messenger is gone.
Hey, i tell you what you,
dont know,
: sighs:
you were there sitting down,
Not knowing what happened,
in the past.
I went to the past to know,
what the ''dead'' said'
''before you put hood,
over me,
let it be known to all,
and sundry,
sons and daughters of eve in the future,
highly respected officials here,
kings, chiefs, jugdes, messengers''
: i saw the king shudder on hearing,
messengers inclusively,
''he meant those 'dogs? ''
i heard him say in his heart,
being fully filled with anger:
YOU CAN KILL THE MESSENGER,
BUT NOT THE MESSAGE.
Ugh! ughgh! ! agaghugh! !
: Silence:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem