Aug 2017
We dance at dawn,
Till redeemed,
Frolic like fawn,
Dwell deep in dream.
The dance, though, not customary,
Our revolutionary feet,
Step contrary,
To tyrants beat.
Till redeemed,
Frolic like fawn,
Dwell deep in dream.
The dance, though, not customary,
Our revolutionary feet,
Step contrary,
To tyrants beat.
