O, tyrant! <br />you always wish to defeat us <br />in every game we play <br />there will come a day <br /> <br />When we will pull <br />the reins of mad winds <br />we will fly <br />the chariot of moon <br />accompained by stars <br />we will come <br />to take you with us <br /> <br />From foggy islands <br />to the land of golden hopes <br />we will play <br />the same old game <br />with new fronts <br />we will bent you, <br />we will win!<br /><br />parveen tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-fourth-dimension/
