I am a rebel they say as I hold a gun
They hate the voice I raise, they always try to shun.
I am ready to let my sacred blood flow for humanity’s sake
I am never scared of them and the plans they ever make.

I continue my struggle to end the evils of their oppression
To heal those conflict ridden scars that conceal my fun.
Every breath of my life reminds me my birth and first cry
You may bury me but not my feelings as I am always ready to die.

The people of heaven they desolate will never forgive them
Every one whose beloved they snatch will ever curse them.
Wearing jack boots they entered and occupied my paradise
I stood up to chase them back as the way of their illegal rise.

I still possess the humanity in me even with masked face
In uniform they kill us all indiscriminately at highest pace.
I don’t fear death as it has become next countenance for me
The usual killings make even normal situations peculiar for me.

My mom is waiting for my corpse to bid farewell hugs for ever
If not here I promise her we will meet ‘there in heaven’ for ever.

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