We were born
On burning coals
So standing still
Was unthinkable.
We did not run for glory
But for survival.
There were no better alternatives
Than our own legs to carry us to freedom.
There was no need for a crowd
To cheer for us,
Our own fears goaded us on.
We needed no promise of a trophy,
Just a way out.
We were not running towards the future
We were running from the past.
Why we ran
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