Alone you stood




As the blows rained down upon you

Cutting, slicing, bludgeoning

You stood tall and proud

Beaten, bloodied and bruised

You refused to kneel

You did not bow down

You could have run

But you stood there


But for what?

For what you believed

For freedom

For love

Because you knew

Not that they were wrong

But that you were right

And as they cut you down

They called you a terrorist

But some call you a martyr

A terrorist murders those they think are wrong

A martyr dies for what they think is right

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