On my behalf
What can I say to those who can’t see?
How can I cry on a shoulder, non-exist?
Who will be there to see I need to lean?
I could see him blindfolded, taken there
I could repeat the questions, on list then
Blindfolded Brother in Evin, interrogated
Had to reply question; so deeply unaware
Should have told them go to hell, if rebel
You must have made him, I told a brother
Governments are shame, all, or regardless
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