Words are cheap
Talk easy
Like burping and farting
Do something
Get on feet
Stand up
Fist your hand
Loudly shout
Chains and jail are for men
Don’t fear
End is death
Soon is best
Integrate, be fighters
For righteous
With their loss you are lost
Raise your head
Forward chest
“Death or rights, ”
Don’t be sheep
Or chicken
Slaughtered
Or grass
Walked upon
To get light
To reach sun
Fight the cloud
Dig the land
Earth water
Sow the seed
Then harvest
Kiss the hands of farmer
Bow to brains and makers
Stand to
Rulers, thieves and forgers
With loud voice:
“It’s your end.”
Love yes but
For harmless
For kindness
For justice
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