THE REVOLUTIONARY CALLS
I had to take a bullet for giving water
The road is covered in blood.
The joy of the tyrannical queen increases
All the fans lick the booted flood.
There is no such history in the world
Seven hundred students were martyred.
In the movement for fair demands
All hearts were pierced by bullets fired.
Flatterers are always flattering
To achieve their own interests,
Celeb poet writer intellectual
Get full of prizes of the kind fest.
Those who are filled with infinite courage
The bullet hit their hearts.
As the guides on the path of liberation
Do not forget the revolutionary path.
Empty room, chair, sleeping bed
the soap box cries at floor,
The blooded-stained yard looking
Revolution at the door.
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