They wait deep into the nightTo raise their glasses of wine

And toast to our defeat

They wake up early in the morning with venom tongues to slander

And laugh at our misery

At the hearing of a misfortune

They call a gathering to celebrate our fall

They are our family, our friends, our supporters

But we are not broken easily, No

Like a porcupine, kill thousand, thousands will come

Our skin is harder then steel

And in the mud, our playground is a battlefield

We fight, we conquer

When all is said and done

Our blood can not be erased from the chamber’s central pillar because life is war

And warriors are history makers.
By Aananse

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