For Aylan
don’t forget me;
my fight has left me,
drifting on the agean
away from the fires of heathens,
yet swallowed by the deep,
never to be amongst the free.
fight for me;
not just with guns nor bullets.
sing my passing for the world to hear,
that i had left my home to be free,
away from strife, death and tyranny.
let others live a life free from fear.
don’t pity me, no more;
though i have passed on, i am free.
just bury me under the ground,
and place a simple marker and flowers on its mound.
let our names be your banners; let them fly.
spell the name of freedom in the sky,
that future generations in it will live.
let it be the legacy our struggle will give.
don’t forget me.
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