AGONY

We don’t walk in glee as sorrow rains my brother,
Every memory, ever scene pains my brother.
This valley is ours that they claim my brother,
We just stay still and accept their blame my brother.

Days are shaped scary, nights horrible my brother,
Life in this paradise is made terrible my brother.
Rights are petrified by their power my brother,
Bullet and pellets are made to shower my brother.

Tears by my valley are shed my brother,
On the blood of martyrs it has fed my brother.
They made is slaves but can’t rule my brother,
As every child stands like a tool my brother.

This land is such that witnessed martyrdom my brother,
Let’s shed our differences, unify to welcome freedom my brother.