May The Struggle Rise

As we walk through the vacant streets,

with smell of sweat, blood and misery;

lacking of faith, devoid of freedom;

only gunpowder, batons and decay.

The city of djinns, now a city of sins,

communal terrorists committing violence,

while those that swore to protect us; now protect them and watch in silence.

A country united to fight the fascists; all doing their part.

Knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel and truth in their hearts.

Fill the streets with revolution, may the peaceful struggle rise;

Now, then, forever; educate, agitate, organize.

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