Yours are the tears of a martyr, my son,
Withhold not the streak of silver from the barrel of the gun,
For, yours are the fears of a martyr, my son,
Your fear means you are what only matters: human.
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A childbirth of profundity with rendition of words to utmost justice. Exquisite piece of poetry insightfully brought forth in beautiful diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Haala.