I mourn and weep for the oppressed, for they suffer injustice.
Those that are not free, and are subjugated to the will of the unjust, are surly the friends of peace.
That they may know freedom in the ways that the "Free" knoweth not, for they will shred tears as they attempt to withdraw their life with the knowledge that he that doesn't liveth may already be declared a dead man.
For being subordinated and subjugated to the will of an enemy of justice, having been locked up and treated unfairly and harshly for many years, Have only to concede that their life has been forcefully taken from them. That the sparkle in the eye of an innocent man is the Sun shining upon the calm stream succeeding the disturbance by the sudden storm of iniquity.
For the will or wish to die is great, in its purest and truest form, a man or women may shred a tear of indignation at being persecuted, and knowing that life as a subjugated slave is mere compared to the everlasting abyss of eternal peace- Undisturbed by the peeking eye of a guard, it is a life of freedom and no external restrictions being imposed.
Long live those that are oppressed, may we stand in the purest form of solidarity and fraternity with those innocents in chains.