One after one
Creaky it is unbearable cry
Mothers weep and try
To control their grief
Their sons and husbands died without relief
It was deadly
With no thought given really
How come you kill your own brethren?
What is your religion?
What will you do to the people?
Wall you make them buckle
Knell down and pray an almighty of yours
But they chant with prayers
My lord, sweep the entire world
Deep in the sea grid
Keep them all under water
Till they change views or alter
Show them real heaven
Hell may be forgotten even
No one will offer them water
They will die one after one
Show them real heaven Hell may be forgotten even No one will offer them water They will die one after one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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