Those who deny our right to fight
By brazen betrayel,
By clandestine treachery,
By hideous trickery, or
By shower of bullets,
in the daylight,
On the peaceful protesters
Can not grasp how well-founded
The passion for freedom is
In our bravehearts, fighting while playing
Anyone who seeks to damage them
Can do his damnedest:
No matter how harshly they suppress
History will display inshallah
To our progeny, in the record's of archives
The inevitable outcome of the game
Our children play in the wired lanes
Mykoul
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