Strawberry
Cold it is as if pole
Strong in our souls
We stand without hole
In our firm, concrete
Thoughts and goals
For your sake
For your rights
Dignity and plight
We stand holding sign.
The words read:
"Not idle! " anymore
No, no more lost sister...
Sorrow's mist turns tear.
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