Turning back the tales,
From where it started,
We got here now,
The world is not for all,
The vandals ruled all over,
Threats were alarming,
Got no chance to resist,
Simply accepted the bullies,
While the world was segregated,
The hatred grew in the heart,
Carrying all the early life tears,
Creating walls to protect from peoples,
Mercilessly pierced and stabbed by folks,
Feared then with allies living in loneliness,
Till now it was a struggle to protect me,
Now if I could fight for you,
Those who are living like me, All you
Guided by the cultures, protect your bro.
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