von Sandokan
In halls where words are free to soar,
No cage, no lock, no guarded door,
A voice unbridled, wild and vast,
A dance of thoughts from present to past.
Language, like a river wide,
Flows with currents deep inside,
Pun intended, no shame to show,
In every jest, in truth we grow.
For free speech is the open sky,
Where ideas take wing and fly,
A sacred space for voices loud,
To challenge, question, stand unbowed.
So let the words, unchained, be free,
A mirror of our liberty,
In every pun, in every plea,
We find our voice, our destiny.
--Gedicht erzeugt von deepai.org