We are doing nothing,
We are just like lotus eaters,
We are but chasing the shadows,
We are not trying to rise up,
We fear the risk of falling down to the ground,
Listen, the ground won't accept us on its chest,
Let us get up lest we should become non existent,
We lived under heavy iron boots for ages,
Our history book has thousand tales of oppression,
Listen, live proud and respectful life,
Take some bold initiatives for renaissance,
Such that the sun of peace and progress dawns for us,
No horror, no torture، no takfeer must bemuse you,
Cowards have no right to live a dignified life,
All the barrels of their blood fetch no price.
Mykoul
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