“I was born without a passport…
So I raised a country
On the path to death or freedom
And on the road of pain and justice,
Walking on this endless path Made of shattered wood and glassI bleed innocence Talking to the human massAbout the pain that streams from wrathI plead innocence Chalking the outlines of my past“Every sin will be my last”I need diligence
“Just open a vein and let it bleed.” — various authors
