I have a complaint from every restriction
Your honour, you can't stop my tongue (from speaking) even if you muzzle it
Let the gendarme and policeman come from police station
My ideas are on the run, they can't fit to a jail, alas!
One day I fall from grace
One day I am the ruler of the whole world
It doesn't matter if they legislate over legislation
Spoken words fly away, written words remain in two worlds, alas!
It is wrong if you stay quiet, it is also wrong if you shout
Your honour, even if my tongue stop, the soul won't stay in the body
It is wrong if you write it, it is also wrong if you don't write it
Don't put restriction to the pen, it won't be alone