They are torn between bullets, tortures and toxic gases,
they shed their blood in the land that saw them born
they give their life for you, for me, for your children, for your grandchildren, for the rest of the rest,
for a different tomorrow, for a better future.

They have taken away so much, so much, that they no longer fear,
they defend their rights, they belong to them and they want to steal them
and they will not allow it.

Their spirit of freedom makes them fly,
has conviction, impetus, tenacity,
they have value,
calling them brave is no longer enough,
that, it's just a simple word, it's small compared to their struggle.

There is no exact definition with which to describe it,
they show that their dignity, and their principles are unbreakable,
they cheer justice.

Some call them vandals, for the simple fact of not following their political line,
others consider them street warriors
and the others call them the ** heroes of a certain country, **
or ** heroes of a homeland, **
giving everything without material reward,
** your only dream is to have freedom**.

• The struggle of few is worth for the future of many *
  Neomar Lander 1999- 2017