Every dawn is a new beginning Tears are wiped Blood is washed away The belongings of the fallen are gathered Another addition to the martyrβs exhibition Another name written on the wall Another poster and another beautiful face to mourn Some jokes amid the grief And the night comes again Were candle light mixes with bullets sounds another ten or so falls Yet dawn comes again And we rise Stronger.
Some nights are peaceful, others are not so peaceful, Last Friday night they attacked the protest squares with bullets, knifes, daggers, tear gas bombs, and every other kind of weapons. We mourned our martyrs, then proceeded to fill the streets
They can ****, kidnap, torture, threaten, but they canβt stop us.