They May Write Me Down In History Poem by Mohammad Younus

They may write me down in history
A rebel, a traitor, or a terrorist
They may sling my face even with shit
But still, like morning sun, I'll rise.
Does my death upset you?
Why your heads are drooped in gloom?
I am a martyre they burried me deep
But still, like a seed, I will rise
Like the moon and the sun
I may be eclipsed for a while
But still, after the eclipse, I'll rise.
They wanted to see me broken
With folded hands before the tyrant
But still, by God's will, I'll rise.
I will rise as a green revolution
My dream! My passion! My mission!
Wait and see my seed shall grow
Inshallah
Inshallah
Inshallah