Fire your tear-gas shells
Fear us with your blank-fires
make our banner lower
or make them cloudy with your smoke
wipe the words with our blood
suffocate our mouth
with your hand grenades
sow our seeds in your gun powder
torture us, strangle us
you value your rubber-bullets
more than our souls
like the media believes we are ants
under the bulldozer
But we will rise
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