Our Youngest Patriots
The price of freedom comes not cheap; it’s why the village women weep. Sweet daughters and our native sons lie dead beneath setting sun. They gave their lives that we might live; no greater gift could...
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“For Justice all, or none to have, half-measures will not matter Beneath the sword of Damocles our heads upon a platter We fight so that the future sees our chains, slave-forged, now shattered. We’ve...
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