What was a sprout of life,
Has become a forest of green, strong and sturdy;
What was a few shouts in the darkness;
Has become a rumbling thunder;
What was a tweet of hope,
Has become an ensemble of the bravest;
What was far and divided,
Has become one and united; Awakened and sober,
Now its the time, our time, to March, Hand in hand;
Today, tomorrow, next weeks and months;
To redeem our dream, reclaim our future;
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freeiran97 2 years ago