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.
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