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The time must pass, The past must change. The future comes And slips away. These men who think Our lives are games. Their toys to break Their things to play. They preach of “crimes” they hate and scorn . They want us gone Each night and day. No crime to name Except our own. Monuments of wars we’ve won, Reduced to bits, as if undone. And yet we march And yet we scream, “We will fight We will not break. Under your boot We will not stay. Not before And not today.”
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
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The time must pass, The past must change. The future comes And slips away. These men who think Our lives are games. Their toys to break Their things to play. They preach of “crimes” they hate and scorn . They want us gone Each night and day. No crime to name Except our own. Monuments of wars we’ve won, Reduced to bits, as if undone. And yet we march And yet we scream, “We will fight We will not break. Under your boot We will not stay. Not before And not today.”
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
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