My personal revenge to you will be your children's
right to schooling and to flowers.
My personal revenge will be this song
bursting for you with n more fears.
My personal revenge will be to make you see
the goodness in my people's eyes,
implacable in combat always
generous and firm in victory.
My personal revenge will be to greet you
'Good morning!' in the streets with no beggars,
when instead of locking you inside
they say, 'Don't look so sad,'
When you, the torturer,
daren't life your head.
My personal revenge will be to give you
these hands you once ill-treated
with all their tenderness intact.
just a poem i did in english today, i liked it
keep living x x x