We still hear
terrifying screams of my tortured forefathers
that's why
in my frozen words
there roar the rivers of lead
and in terrified palms
the line of fate burns
pain, whirlwind
and in the desert
the roads may mingle and merge, let it be so!
In the eyes that are deprived
the sun will rise,
and the chained feet
turning into a bird shall fly
from here
farther and farther,
higher and higher,
perhaps tomorrow...
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