Repression is sill repression br Rising, it must flop br Blood is sill blood br Spilling it must clot. br br Whether it clots on desert sands br Or upon assassin's hands br On justice's head or around shackled feet br On injustice's sword or on the wounded corpse br Blood is still blood br Spilling, it must clot. br br However much one lies in ambush br Blood betrays butcher's hideout br Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask br Each blood dropp ventures out with burning lamp on its palm. br br Tell oppression's vain and blemished fate br Tell cruelty's crafty Imam br Tell the UN Security Council br Blood is crazy br It can leap up to the cloak br It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock. br br The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir br Today that blood moves out into street br Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone br Once blood comes to flows br Bayonets are no avail br Head, once it is raised br Is not downed by law's hail. br br What is about oppression? br What is with its impression? br Oppression is, all of it, but oppression br From beginning to end br Blood is still blood br Myriad form it can assume br Forms such as are indelible br Embers such as are inextinguishable br Slogans such as are irrepressible.