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Poems I wrote once you were a body without a soul

Chapter 24: The only difference, my gun's loaded with words.

Summary:

They are lying, and you know it, stop trying to be politically correct and admit you have no dignity, i dreamt they took me away last night, and it was real enough to scare me, but no amount of fear is going to make me stop. Death will not be the end of me, I won't leave this earth till my job hear is finished I swear

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The police are lying

When there are children laying

There are fathers crying

There are bodies all around

Was there enough blood shed

For you to wash off your sins and forget

What you did to numb the crowd

When my mother came looking

And only her child was found

And I loved you when you were running

As my heart raced with panic

I waited for a weight to hit the ground

But nobody heard you fall, did it really make a sound?

Notes:

Alr guys they might cut our internet, so if I dont post for like more than a month, just know I'm not able to.

Notes:

When it happened, we all were there, I can't say what because of safety reasons, but it happened in January twenty six, when the streets were painted red with blood, after that I got into writing poems, here they are(not all are relevant to that event.)
Woman life freedom, free Iran
AND
From the river to the sea Palestine will be free
This is by no means political. (...)