To be honest, be honest
then abused by others
first honored,
then bothered, and uttered
Lost but host here,
now and then fear near.
Yell and tell them that
we are well injured and prejudiced
Blunt and hunt with traces
Racist faces, faceless races
Blamed with flames,
are we your aims?
28.11.2024 M. İkbal SUBAŞI
Kayıt Tarihi : 9.2.2025 13:29:00
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