The streets were red,
Red with innocent blood.
Nothing bit an ordinary movement,
Yet they strike us hard.
Many a soul, left thy earth,
Striking fear in everyone's heart.
Still, the fight remains ,
Cause we are the fighters' blood.
For those who stood strong,
And those who fell short.
You will be remembered forever,
Even when the entire country gets bought.
Bravo, my boys, bravo my sis.
You did well!
For we as Gen Z will now have a story, a legend to tell.
YOU ARE READING
Dont mind the Lyrics
PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
