HANDS OF THE TYRANT
by PanteaAEW
Tyrant hands are never permanent; one day they vanish from among us. Oppression can be heavy and dark, chains can bind us, and fear can take root in our hearts but no darkness lasts forever. A miracle, even in the harshest constraints, can break the chains and restore freedom. When tyranny falls, hope and liberation rise again. In the hope of peace and freedom. #IRAN THE MUSIC & POEM MADE BY ME Hands that ruled for years with might, Feet trapped in chains, lost from sight, Tears fell in silence, hearts in the night, Breaking in darkness, yet holding tight. Then A miracle sprouted in the still of air, The ropes were torn, old bonds broke everywhere. The black demon burned to ash and smoke, Hope, a radiant fairy, shattered the cloak. New hands will lift you high, You will soar into the sky,
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