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Martrys of Freedom
I've never met you
But I can taste your blood.
Feel your burnt skin.
I want to know your pain.
I am not form your tribe
But this tragedy is universal.
Did you hear the roar?
Was there enough time to see
The nose of that beast?
Was there time to pray?
Like how we pray for you now.
Many wish they could be with you
Or at least switch places.
These are noble thoughts
But I'm sure you would reject
Such foolish notions and thoughts.
You know you have no choice.
It was just a bet lost
By the gamblers of the cosmos
And your time was up.
But others will continue the crusade
To make you a martyr
For this new war.
While you probably just wish
You had been sick that day
Or that you woke up late.
Any one of those would have done.
You will never understand my actions
Nor will you accept my prayers.
I'm your demon, your boogeyman.
I hide within your land.
And yet I'm flesh and blood
But nothing but monster to you.
You will never hear my tribulations.
My people have been here
Since the dawn of mankind.
And yet respect is lacking
Because my people are backwards.
Involents of the present.
All because my beliefs are not yours.
My country, my beloved people
Have seen such atrocities
By the hand of those not born here.
The people of this world
Are in need of out resources.
So much so they become feral.
Starving mongrel dogs.
Our leaders fall to their knees
In the wake of your politics.
So when you ask yourself
Why we have done what we did?
Know that this did not have to happen.
In the words of your book
"Love thigh neighbor".
And yet you've shown none to us.
So when a man sees nothing
But the enemy in front of him
And the ever present wall behind;
Know that I did not want this.
This could have been avoided.
In my death a hundred will rise.
I will know then
My sacrifices were true and just.
My people will rise again.
And the dust sprung free by
Marching feet will block out the sun
And clog the world's throat.
