When

When is the age we stop fighting
Grow resigned, and be submissive?
I know it’s tiring to keep struggling
For our rights, against inequalities
Life is cruel, bending our spirits
No guaranteed yields when we resist
But tell me, how exactly is it living
When all we do is to keep peace?

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