Not a word...
of freedom
in the glossary of slaves.
Before the conscience rose,
we sent it off with waves.
And no trace of state,
but there will be bones and fossil.
To shine like naked honor
in the eyes of an Apostle.
You do not talk of rope
in the land the hung was born.
If there are no men -
from death to make a song.
Kamelia Kondova
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