A message to so-called
Those scattered in the sects,
Despise to one another,
Bark like the shitty dogs,
Bite not but merely emit,
Who stand by own flags,
The elite in their own eyes,
Call themselves patriots.
A message from Aortas,
From the souls suffering,
Coming out the door to fight,
With the forces and militaries,
Elevating the voice,
Stimulating the emotions,
We the part of the pure place,
We the heart of the pure nation.
Dying to be the part,
Not a baby only,
But also the old people,
Who are on the verge of death?
Want their children to be free,
And not slaves like them,
Still the elite people, busy,
Always say but hardly do.
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