Freedom

Don’t lie to people never again

This can’t solve this problem
It will remain, always the same

It won’t help you this time
Just, let me sit and write this rime
Not only about dying for a dime
But, about death and crime

Look, what is happening to the people
Who is responsible Mr. President or the Evil?
There are many of us struggling
Not to die or become a cripple
If you got pain my pain is triple

They are sick and tired of see you trying
For making their promise land
Go and let us cry while dying
With our hopes in our hand

Now its time for making this happen
Nobody can stop us even with power and slappin’
Raise your hands and say what is going to happen
We want freedom even with making some carpen

By

Amir Samimi