I dance to the rhythm of my drumbeats

With the music playing in my head

I dare to speak words bottled up in my head

Where I am, I don´t fear bullets being soon lodged in my head

When I call a spade a spade and injustice by its name

I pay tribute to journalists-editors-colleagues who fell in the land of promise

Just because they dared to write of the truth as it is.

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