Revenge.

 The language of my protest

 The fire of my resistance

 As if it burns twice

 Twice as great revenge

 Smashed to pieces

 Like a net of hundreds of conspiracies

 Brings liberation brings light

 Brings millions of lives.

 Toxic to my breath

 The language of deprivation in the world

 Like a great explosion

 Comes the roar of destruction

 As much as I am a partner in revolutionary rebellion

 I am in the midst of the Mati war

 In danger of human liberation

 I bleed

 In the country ports

 Hundreds in the desert

 Gauri teaches

 In search of a pilgrimage to Milon.