My son is not a soldier.
He will never hold your weapon.
He will live long in spite of
the momentum of history.
My home is not a cell.
Its walls will hold strong for us.
It will be a place of safety
for anyone who enters.
My voice is not afraid.
It will never fear for its life.
It will speak its own truth
and find compassion.
My son is not a soldier.
My home is not a cell.
My voice is not afraid.
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