they had all the oppression
they could take…
and they rose up
at the risk of their lives,
and took their country back!
will we have to follow
in their footsteps?
how many will have to die
before we can restore our dignity?
when you have nothing left
to live for….
then the price of your life isnt much!
freedom calls, will we answer?
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