look at the street u walked yesterday
the roads have been painted red and gray
once, i hold my love's hand
there, freedom is now banned
lonely on the earth, as if God is dead
rulers are ruling, even they shut my head
doom is not far, it's now and daily
pain is gain, freedom whispers rarely
death of my vote, my choice
autocratically has shut the voice
I stand once more, until death
let they say i am a dust from heath
dudes, babes, let us shout every night
when sun sleeps, let us be the light
we were born innocent, they call us guilty
my vote was minute, but never filthy
why did u throw my word away?
why did u made a shout, a way?
am i the dust of this land?
do i who write with wrong hand?
I want to walk it is not my fault
God made me I can never halt
i want to walk and hold her hand
it is my right, that is my land
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I want to walk it is not my fault God made me I can never halt i want to walk and hold her hand it is my right, that is my land ... Hello Kianush I have not words 'tell you about our land. But I am worry and very sad. Because I think which our land is not for we. Really for most people' About your real poem' I guess its axiom Unfortunately we are in a sorry hopeless etc Meantime I wish you would have continued it…10+ For the best Ramin