Neither can you run through wrong direction
This is called your liberty, your freedom
You can say whatever you like
But you can not abuse any one
You are at liberty,
Enjoy your freedom of expression
Democracy is their by product
It’s a culture, it’s a habit
Nurture it in your mind
Practice it In your family
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