You Can'T Breathe
Under your knee,
You slammed my neck,
My pleas were suffocated,
It was raining sweats and tears,
Where my sounds were sprouted,
Mixed them with soil,
Soil was waiting for seeds,
You tried to mute my words,
I know the black clouds
Are the beginning of rain,
My Breath was a first whistle
Before Tempest!
Closed my eyes to ignite
Long simmering Volcano!
You can’t breathe,
Those days are coming,
I will be resurrected ,
I will be echo of many sounds
It will heal many wounds,
Your boots will be the wastes
In the gutters of NY City,
You stifled this planet’s right
To revolve in my starry nights ,
Do you know?
Shining of stars depends on
Darkness of sky.
My last breath was a sunset,
Promising the birth of
A bright Morning ,
This state is going to realize
Dark colors absorb heat,
More than light colors,
They will bring back everything
Our slogans thirst for,
Dreams are blooming here,
Where liberty will not be
A name of Statue.
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