Tibetan Warriors
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When they put me in shackles
On the cold concrete floor
And they tie my feet
And leave me to hang
I will not fear
I will not fear
When they come for me
At the break of dawn
And stuff cattle prods
Down my throat.
If they shatter
All my teeth
Sew my lips
And blacken my eyes
I will not yield
I will not yield.
If the world rather trade
On my broken back
And sell us off
for a fistful of gold
If truth and justice
Are for the rich and the strong
And they cannot see
beyond their land
I will not cry
I will not cry.
And if you cannot hear
My final words
Before they put
a bullet in me
It is Rangzen
It is Rangzen
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