Shrugging shoulders, shivering intensely, so terrified by the constant dreadful nightmare:
What if someone steals my words?
What if someone steals my thoughts?
What if someone steals my feelings; my manner?
What if someone steals my individual?
What if someone steals my own soul?
No, i can't put up with this tragedy.
If it comes about,this time, i'll give up my ghost.
They stole my youth dreams, i could still breathe.
They stole my conclusion; whom i gave birth to. i could still breath.
They stole my origin native land, i could still breathe.
But, if they steal my words; my faith, my dreams, i shall depart" life".
Sure i'll breathe my last, kiss goodbye to the vanished humanity.
I'll die.
Saloume Nakhsaz
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