Classic Poem

By sea, by land, harass us:
Scatter our best
And kill our free
One by one.

In the long run
Good will remain good
And evil,
Evil.

Smash our pens!
Will smashing them
Prevent our hands
From carving on the stones?

Cut off our hands!
Will cutting them off
Prevent our eyes
From flashing out our anger?

Put out our eyes!
Will putting them out
Prevent our chests
From heaving deep sighs?

Stop our breathing …!
And that's the limit of your power.
It puts us far beyond your reach.