Real revolutionaries plant their flags upside down and their guns right side up
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rebel,
take a swim in the barren sands
with just your feet bandaged against sun and solace
facing winds like these that turn nations into dust,
rebel,
your flag planted long ago,
it grew trees in the desert,
and you suddenly feel weightless,
because below the dunes lie the graves of warriors before,
kings and peasants, gold and rubble,
stick and stones that turned into whips and bullets
rebel,
should you ever lose your way,
remember that you are always in the desert,
and the horizon will match your every turn,
then it will ask why you fire in the sky,
when you stand againstwinds like these that turn nations into dust
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