I know not how to speak the truth
I know not when to call and cry
I wonder if the world for sooth
can hear and mark the anguished sigh.
It is today, they’ve often said
that life demands a cool head
that choices many must be made
if burden lifted will be laid
aside and freedom come
to those who face the pain
refuse to run
who give their bodies to be hurt
and will not yield to pressure curt
but in the march they walk, they run
and ultimately they claim the sun
of freedom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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