When my voice dies
Speak, my pen speak
When my hands fail to pull the strings
Speak, my pen speak
Let the ink flow and bring out the shabbiness proclaiming justice
Let it liberate the enslaved mind and soul,
let it sing wisdom and love
Let it wail when I fail to stand for the truth,
the poor, the oppressed, and the needy, and the slaves,
please stand up and speak for me, my pen speak!
Lovely poem Peter, I love the lyrics and the message is clear. Fantastic and thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece, I like it, Freeing the enslaved minds that's what pens and paper do