Oh! My fellow-men living in constant fear on this earth
Before you’re freed if they bury my corpse,
Believe me, for sure, my corpse shall not decompose,
For, my concern for you will not end with my death.
You are victims of: terrorists, fanatics, cruel money lenders,
Human rights’ adversaries, racial discriminators,
And those in arms race -the scoundrels who exploit
The weakness of the less-privileged. Do have explicit
Faith in me that I’ll be with you till those rogues are banished,
Till I fiercely hunt them down and have you released.
If I’m given a place in heaven, I’ll decline and stay back
Suffering all the miseries, I will accomplish my task.
Before its compliance, my soul can’t rest in peace.
When you fellow-men are in sorrow, I’ll not enjoy bliss.
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