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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Can you hear him?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you hear him whispering behind his window<br>Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow<br>To remind him that the rain hasn't stopped for years<br>But the pavement isn't drenched with water but with blood and tears<br>The revolution has started, and the mob is cold hearted<br>Can't distinguish friend from foe, nor those living or departed<br>All they see is rage and pain<br>So many different reasons to revolt, but their screams the same<br>Freedom … Freedom<br>This is the chant that reaches the sky<br>These are the words for which many will die<br>But the revolution doesn't care <br>So he stands behind his window with an empty glare<br>And he looks down upon the fighting, the gunshots and the hate<br>He looks down upon all those who want control over their own fate<br>They no longer want to rob, just so they can eat<br>No longer want to be scared walking down their own street<br>This isn't for oil, religious reasons or terrorists … No<br>This isn't for wealth, fame or recognition … No<br>They are fighting for peace<br>And until success the revolution will not cease<br>Until they have what they are screaming for <br>Nothing less and nothing more<br>Freedom … Freedom<br>So he stands behind his window, patiently waiting<br>Until those in power decide to share<br>Until those in power decide they care<br>Until they do Africa is bleeding<br>And with it the economy is dying <br>This is not rain this is a country crying<br>And the people are tired of drowning in these tears<br>Tired of waiting until the smoke clears<br>So they stand up strong and keep their heads high<br>If Africa is to be reborn, let it first die<br>That is the revolution that's why they fight<br>Trapped in darkness but there's a small piece of light<br>Freedom … Freedom<br>This is for that child that had to watch his family get shot<br>This is for that child that keeps watching the sky hoping for blessings to drop<br>His stomach is round, filled with nothing but air<br>And I won't waste your time asking if it's fair<br>But this is for that child that had to dropp out of school<br>No money to pay tuition but wants to go to school<br>The child that rather studies then plays and gets called a fool<br>Freedom of ignorance, knowledge its tool<br>So he stands behind the window, realizing he is dead<br>Shot in the head by the same revolution that said <br>This is for the people, and he was hoping it was a dream <br>But it isn't so he makes two fists and he wants to scream <br>Freedom … Freedom<br>But he doesn't, calmness comes over him<br>And he realizes one thing <br>The revolutions first step has finally been made<br>Sacrifices for freedom seems like a fair trade<br>So instead of screaming freedom he lifts his fist in the air and starts chanting a soft mantra<br> Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa, <br>Can you hear him?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vino+Venitas">Vino Venitas</a><div class=q>
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Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow
To remind him that the rain hasn't stopped for years
But the pavement isn't drenched with water but with blood and tears
The revolution has sta..."></div>
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