Life was never a problem
It was constant struggle
Since years from inception
It is death, death and death relation
Life matters less
It is constant chase
For statehood
The freedom is always understood
Life may be dear
But no statehood is great fear
In native land they are refugees
The honey has never been put by bees
Enemy relentlessly bombard target
No one takes it as fate
The enemy state has been carved out
The survival of native is never talked about
How many more years it may face?
How many deaths we may have to chase?
In death we reign supreme
The lost soul outcries for them
The peace is alien word
It is devil’s handiwork
Everybody realizes fact
It is time to sacrifice and act
How long will you go in?
The territory can be won
But hearts will never forgive
Let almighty shower death and give punishment
* To the valiant fighters of Gaza
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