When the fourteenth of August comes, the streets are decorated with flags, the air with songs and the faces with hopes; But a question burns like a lamp inside the heart, is freedom the name of achieving the border? If the protection of the daughter is the dream, the bread of the laborer is the question, the truth of the pen is binding and justice is waiting, then why is this darkness visible in the light of celebration? Freedom is the dawn where fear is homeless, cruelty is ignored and man is dignified.
Come on! Wave the flag but light the lamp of freedom in your conscience; Because homeland is not land, it is also responsibility.