I watched my brother die running, trying to escape this tyranny, when the democratic dictator took his bold stand leaving me torn. Armored tanks, a symbol of hope to come. we build our broken live and our homes. i weep in joy that you remembered me. through guns and pens, ill be free. And i was there when the statue fell, i looked on from my six foot cell as the democratic dictator took his land stand, and fell to the floor.