I'm frail ;
I can't avenge your pain ;
I couldn't avoid blood hail .
But I won't remain quiet ;
With my words;
I'll fight .
Against tyranny ;
Against oppression;
Against brutality;
Against aggression ;
I won't let your blood go futile;
In my writer's court;
A petition I've filed.
My words aren't glib;
These are eloquent;
As they bear your blood's scent.
May your souls rest in peace;
May your deprived mothers have moments of ease;
Lets not relay on man's made court;
Wait for Almighty's wrath;
When does he puts forth.
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