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#levepalestina
let me paint this picture let me put it straight his eyes closed for the last time she lingers but a moment her fingers on his cheek his lips are ashen grey the smile from before now so far away he carried his flag with pride his standard flew so high but they shot him in his street his martyred soul with the god he loved his mother left praying over his shell a nation chained a voice lost mothers left broken children left crying a clan, a nation, a blood that is dying
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
martyr