A Martyr

Sign me Up Here To Uterus who is not commute history Write my name Never I breastfeed from the bosom of the women in the slave market. I could not believe mystics Not ringing bells Recognition to my heart. Million afraid My fears millions of times When I’m find death staring in my life When find the coffins stacked Alongside black like tears rains God gives you a long life In order to console houses filled with sadness 'Bodies of the martyrs Their lives donated you the freedom Next to the widows and orphans Gallows dreams make you Selling your heart on first road be you a martyr comment if ya can,