Trumpet Blown Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Trumpet blown,
Now there ain't anyone,
who can bring us down—
Seas and lands conquered,
and they'll witness,
rage along with wrath:
As our revenge,
is like an eagle in sky,
and our ships sail,
for the glorious freedom.

Their castles will be blown,
they'll crumble and tremble,
for we'll create a new empire,
and justice will be done—
As victory has been declared on land.

They buried us alive,
But we wrote our resurrection,
for we chose not to bow down—
Land is drenched in blood,
and graves will roar.