Mudasir Firdosi

A little bird sang to the stars
lullabies of your serene grace
of sweet waters in your streams
and scented breeze of pastures.
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Tonight like any other night
Desolate thoughts
Deserted paths
Wandering the alleyways
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Dead
Dead living
Living dead
Living with dead
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Now that we have annexed your home
What about a swimming pool
Or a big kitchen
A home theatre
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I shall gather a few of my kind
and tour the new era penitentiary,
Where millions are breathing in an open cage
wondering what happened to open skies.
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Pain to be documented

for the sake of civilization.
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They tell me it is your country, but
prove your love to keep the peace,
gift the land to us to please,
and obey the majority or cease.
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Hundred days I endured the siege,
tell my besieger if you need a break
It must be wearying to be in your place,
don't you worry I am here to stand.
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