These are the just
Who kill unjustly men they call unjust.
These are the pure in heart
Who see God smeared in excrement on walls.
These are the patriots
Who starve to give the ravening media food.
These are the martyrs
Who die for a future buried in the past.
These are the sacrifice
A word imprisoned and a word could save.
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