The bright soldier

Poetry is my sword

Speech is my shield

I fight against the world

Minds and hearts are my battlefield

Blood I do not need to spill

I fight against the evil thought

I am a soldier who fights for what is pure and real

Against the worst darkness I have fought


My sharp sword is burning like a flame
It cuts mind, body and spirit
It shows the hidden shame
For the oppressed it brings liberty


Poetry is a great power
Through iron armors it passes
It is more special than the most beautiful flower
It destroys every sadness