Today build by yesterday
By the blood of innocent youths
Unmarked graves become caves of emptiness
Joys turned to heartache an pain
Drained of their youth
Innocence stolen
Silence broken
Colour of skin a sin
In the dim light of the interrogation room
The youth screams for freedom were they
Bleed for tomorrow
A tomorrow that no one will remeber their names
A tomorrow were only loved ones will remain heart broken
A tomorrow were only a handful will be recognised
Freedom is here today for those who know not of yesterday
Here for those who fought not?
Bleed not
Cried not
Freedom is here for those who know not, what to do
With it!
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