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"O GOD ! only hand--- only leg bleeding, hanging to the chopped body --o god !?!" enough ! to discharge the debt of the soil. "o god! these little babies who are supposed to be the metaphor of passion, are forced to be the product of flesh trade ! these tender hands , supposed to paint the alphabets are made to clean the riffles ! o god ! they are eating mud-- they are drinking the ***** of animals...." yes! the survival is important to break the shackles of this soil. "O GOD ! O GOD ! O GOD ! O G>>" no !. no!. sympathy? charity ? i am not the beggar ! do not come on the wings of eagle holding the dove. if you have a human soul.. demand those who are shedding crocodile tears. i demand the answer , not the bread of consolation. do the sons of my soil robbed these big-brothers at any time? tell them not to declare the renegades as the protectors of my land. **** **** ***** **** **** **** **** tigris and euphrates, ganga and godavari amazan, dandakaranya somalia, rhodesia---- red with blood santiyago, madrid, -- echoing tahir square, beijing, brasilia... burning-- **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** i may be falling down-- but i will rise ... o big brother... you are not god you can declare yourself as jesus i am the child of spartucus "o god ! are you a terrorist? are you a revolutionary?" ha ha ha--- let it be. now , the deserts having oil in lap the forests having minerals in heart the voices demanding the natural justice are these the shelters of terrorists.. revolutionaries ? let it be! i am a revolutionary........ to discharge the debt of my soil !!
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
REVOLUTIONARY !!!
"O GOD ! only hand--- only leg bleeding, hanging to the chopped body --o god !?!" enough ! to discharge the debt of the soil. "o god! these little babies who are supposed to be the metaphor of passion, are forced to be the product of flesh trade ! these tender hands , supposed to paint the alphabets are made to clean the riffles ! o god ! they are eating mud-- they are drinking the ***** of animals...." yes! the survival is important to break the shackles of this soil. "O GOD ! O GOD ! O GOD ! O G>>" no !. no!. sympathy? charity ? i am not the beggar ! do not come on the wings of eagle holding the dove. if you have a human soul.. demand those who are shedding crocodile tears. i demand the answer , not the bread of consolation. do the sons of my soil robbed these big-brothers at any time? tell them not to declare the renegades as the protectors of my land. **** **** ***** **** **** **** **** tigris and euphrates, ganga and godavari amazan, dandakaranya somalia, rhodesia---- red with blood santiyago, madrid, -- echoing tahir square, beijing, brasilia... burning-- **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** i may be falling down-- but i will rise ... o big brother... you are not god you can declare yourself as jesus i am the child of spartucus "o god ! are you a terrorist? are you a revolutionary?" ha ha ha--- let it be. now , the deserts having oil in lap the forests having minerals in heart the voices demanding the natural justice are these the shelters of terrorists.. revolutionaries ? let it be! i am a revolutionary........ to discharge the debt of my soil !!
prasad-bolimeru
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
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