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Galloping from Far Asia and jutting out

into the Mediterranean like a mare's head

this country is ours.

Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare

and this soil spreading like a silk carpet,

this hell, this paradise is ours.

Shut the gates of plutocracy, don't let them open again,

annihilate man's servitude to man,

this invitation is ours..

To live like a tree single and at liberty

and brotherly like the trees of a forest,

this yearning is ours.
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Posted: Sep 2012

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Very strong words vibrant and bold I can feel your passion behind themdancing
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