COMRADES OF MY NATION
-Sutputra Radheye
Comrades of my nation
fight for your ration
hearken the tides of revolution
flowing in the golden sea
sooner or later it will arrive
when tyrant man will strive
to snatch your minimal rights
throwing you apart
faltering your Morales
life shall vanish from the land
as the grip of lust will clench
ripping apart the innocent naked buds
that were yet to be flowers
with their kind-less hands
man will be slaves of cruelty
with harness in their back
freedom and peace shall rust forever
with the soul's wrack...
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