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8. Iron hands

I gaze at the walls of suppression

With an eye of animosity

Heads have been hanged in oppression

A designation of cruelty

I am restrained in the badlands

Created by iron hands

Iron hands

Crushing with might

Firm fists

Strangling so tight

Iron hands

Yet the walls are closing in

Raping our rights violently

Hands of doom strike at once

Behold the demise of our humanity

What's next to come?

Is worse than ever

Measuring the depression with eyes that have paid their toll

We have witnessed the crimes and walked the path that they have trod

Our history had been written Along with shameless stories on the walls

Sealed in blood, our dignity falls