who will be there in the world To hear his very little broken word And to free his wings from those tie Before the angel takes his soul to high Yes he is the one who lost The freedom to taste The pleasure of childhood The spring of manhood Beagles and beasts of hunger Sucked his life with anger And was thrown to hazard From his childhood’s facade He was tired of weighing his life Hunger wounded his feelings with knife God sent him here with an aim But where the way to his aim? The way was dark without light He still searches and fights Where the faded ways Where the freedom he owns Even the air he breathing Was damp with poignancy How long they could negate His broken dreams dank with red blood No, they couldn’t Of course they couldn’t Don’t know when But do know once There will raise a flag The flag of peace wetted with his drops of hopes He will ask ‘em who are you He will ask who were them .... After all society will call it was illegal But legality had got ill..
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