My Men
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My men,
Please get up,
And utter
Your words,
Words of your hearts,
In your mother language.
My dear men,
Your mother language
Is your identity.
Let me verify
From you.
Leave your worries,
Dear men,
You are free,
Let me request you
To grace the earth.
Under this sun
No one is there
To take away your thoughts,
Your words, your language.
Bu şiiri puanla
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