My Identity

And from my blood vessels Now no blood oozes For all over my body Bullets are pumped and now a fountain on every nook splashing me into bits for I stand against tyranny. And from my eyes Now no tears cascade For allover my face A tale of suppression lying buried deep into lines of fate making my pen to take refuge from the open wounds That I receive often to register my protest. Now a statue on the square Just reminds my countrymen How brutally I was killed When I raised a voice for my Rights.