My homeland, I would sacrifice myself for your wounds
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Read more โFire burns homeland dreams to ash as arrows tear the pen from hands.
With Many Hopes
With books and with a pen,
I dreamed to read and build my homeland.
But they set fire to the books and burned my dreams.
When my hands were torn from the pen,
Arrows of death rained down upon me.
My dreams of peace remained,
But my life turned to ashes.