Reminiscing the sight of fallen tribesmen
when the barrel of their
guns in those times of thorns
danced to the tune of confusion and scorn.
Brigadiers in black, command the swords and shields
in blood ridden fields to
attack the innocent and the trust he wields.
So our bold protectors now in force with the rebels,
terrorizing the weak and even the disables,
My heart to my country bleed in anguish, and the
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem