a martyr

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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

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