My Lost Nation

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    By: Koshur Mazloom

God ! What am I doing

God ! Where am I going
Am I searching for my nation
Am I looking for my lost jubilation
Let them say too far is my goal
Let them say, madness is my temptation
Difficult may be, impossible is it never
For long to deprive, no one got a success ever
My dream for them, may be wildly
My nation for them, may be ugly
Love is what I have for thee
Love is what will set me free
Love for the death instead of life
My death for them is a sharp knife
My death makes them to fear
Defeat seem to them so near
God ! What am I doing
God ! Where am I going
They killed boys of my land
They mixed our blood with the sand
They molested my sister and my mother
They snatched children from my father
Retired hangmen have become judges
They are living for their grudges
Fatty killers have become officers
Killing is still filling their coffers
Insensitive maniacs are presiding over the plunder
They are still expecting us to surrender
They call it democracy
We call it Hypocrisy
I am still fighting out of this situation
I am still looking for my lost nation

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