| My hands tied in the back
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| He comes to me with a punch and a sack
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| He covers my head with a hood
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| The noise is loud and pierces my brain
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| My poor mother is worried sick, I’m sure
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| She buried my brother before me, she will endure
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| My pathetic shirts hangs proud
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| Like a blood-stained flag unfurled
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| I’m in here for days on end
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| Or is it months, I no longer comprehend
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| My poor mother is worried sick, I’m sure
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| She buried my brother before me, she will endure
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| I am broken now but I will not confess
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| Soon I will leave my body
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| Let those cowards clean up the mess
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| He beats me again today
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| The it another’s turn to play
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| The noise is too loud
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| And I can feel the shroud
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| Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor
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| Pouring from this dying body
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| My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can’t sense them anymore
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| Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist?
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| Torture, it goes on for days without end
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| I crave for death to liberate me from this torment
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| I am broken now but I will not confess
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| Soon I will leave my body
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| Let those cowards clean up the mess |
| Of my lifeless battered flesh
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| A few more thoughts before I go
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| I have been murdered, this is you must know
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| I have been abdcuted and killed
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| Because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people
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| From my blood that soaks the land
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| From the copious tears that I have shed
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| From the hidden Ditch where my body lies
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| A vengeful wrath will soon rise
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| The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land |