When we remain silent from our fiery cause And seek cover from torturing eyes, We let our names be trampled And show the world our shameful fate. This is my case of cowardness I was given a time to ask Which I wasted into dust To ask someone's unforbidding name I ran from it. Woe for me! It is better for man to live fighting Than for man to die fighting, because of running Since those who ran from pain Will never get the final gain.
Reason for writing:
This poem is written as a tribute to Shakespeare's works.
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