The oppressed's cries, do not sound?
Oh slept people wake up, look around.
Help and protect the oppressed one,
It's time in Allah's cause to bond.
My heart cries for oppressed one,
My Eyes can't bear to see the wound.
Oppressors must be buried in ground,
Mehtab it's matter of life not the pound.
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