When death dances with me

When death dances with me, and when necks are equal, what is hidden from you, people, is revealed before my eyes. I see the oppressor and the oppressed, while the hungry and the homeless cheer, and the tyrants and the arrogant shout, denouncing and denouncing, and between flight and reluctance, the decisive moment arrives and the banner of victory falls from above, to topple the neck of the oppressor and tyrant, and I think that the circles will never revolve around the oppressor.I am here to tell you that injustice is fleeting and fairness exists, and that the clouds of darkness will clear one day so that history will tell a story told by the remaining "guillotine of justice," while its heroes have disappeared and their memories have become mere words, written over a few lines, which the reader and listener may acknowledge or deny, but he does not have the right to distort them or dispute their credibility.