What shall we tell our children?
When the meal is over,
When the work is done,
What hope is there in life?
Are we to tell that governors are good?
That the police are the people's friends?
That the coffins of our murdered comrades
Are the will of the Creator?
If we do so
One day there'll be
No meal
There'll be no hope
No life for our children.
What then shall we say to them?
That everything belongs to "Sir"?
That we are all brothers?
And that only dreamers die?
No!
We can stay no longer quiet.
The time for victory is now,
The day has come to fight,
And not to die.
The only way to vanquish death
Is to confront it.
The only way to win is fight,
The only road to justice,
Is to struggle on.
And so we'll live forever.
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