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I saw the dust of battle clearing and was certain it would end in my favor, not to end me. You finished me; you wounded me, hurt me, and harmed me, but you did not dare to kill me. Since when do wars end in favor of the oppressed people so that they enjoy freedom and peace afterward? Who deceived you and said that war brings benefits and builds new civilizations? Put down your weapon and hold yourself accountable instead of holding accountable a defenseless people who own nothing but a heart overflowing with love. We will sing our homeland with our passionate anthems instead of frightening it with the sounds of rifles; let us exchange roses instead of weapons, and make them bloom with showers of joy instead of dying under showers of bullets, for love perishes if roses drown in blood.