MY PEN

My Pen My pen never kneels under violence Unfairness and barbarism My pen always strives for freedom, Public service and humanity My pen should not have to attend Any political parties My pen wishes to keep to the independent way. My pen struggles form the lowest to the highest. My pen must protect the weakest When exploited by the powerful, Humanity is crushed under the communist dream. My pen cannot service any the cruel magnates. My pen praises in my love’s paradise If my pen may die speared By the barbarous swords that is my glory. As the wicked king dies in public revolution, my pen How proud it is of what it has done