And sons in chains ...
Where are you free?
Items for my pain.
Again, what gets me?
If they do not see and do not hear
Or what I see and what I hear was screaming.
Tired and weary mothers who have cried enough
Eyes wet with blood.
Their pain is my pain woe.
They shout and I'll die in silence.
Here is Iran . Tehran. Evin prison.
And sons in chains.
Sattar mother. Lifeless skeleton. The eyes were bugged and lumbar curve.
Shouts: Starm killed. Narcissus is my turn today.
I'm going to die in silence.
I chaos. I was dizzy and sick.
God, why do I mute the drive.
Not that. Cry and scream.
Not freedom. Chains and
The young people in false blood.
Take my life. I do not want this life.
Youth wings of flight.
Death is enough. Enough prison. Torture enough.
Injustice and unfair treatment on empty stomachs and empty hands and an empty heart. enough .
Where are you free?

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