We go up and down
here and there
shaking
shaking
shaking
silence is my break
I'm thinking of Darfur
of the poor
why do not I say at one place?
the red and blue
became green
then white
thanks to you
ask me direct
I will answer you
hands above the mountain
eyes closed
when we looked back
we found them
if I can hold these hands
I will make them
touch
the fear
shake
shake
shake
why do not you shake?
there is water in your lips
papers with your handwriting
I am breathing deep
can you handle it
fire
this fire will burn it
freedom we need
I'm seeing
your fate
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