This Is My Country Poem by Mohammad Younus

In my country nobody really sleeps,
Nobody! Nobody!
In my country nobody really awakes,
Nobody! Nobody!
We neither sleep nor awake,
The creatures of the tyranny...
...sniff and prowl about our bodies,
The blood hounds come out...
...and bite the people who try...
...to sleep or to awake,
and the people who try to get up...
...the devils come and break their bones,
Nobody is allowed to awake or sleep,
Nobody! Nobody!
Nobody is allowed to awake or sleep,
My country is a big graveyard!
Nobody is their to moan their dead...
...in the open courtyard!
The corpses before their burial sigh and moan...
... quietly inside their souls,
Nobody comes on their graves to moan or pray,
A dry and cold season of tyranny!
A mother, but, could not be stopped,
She screamed and cried so much,
It was necessary to call out the soldiers...
...to keep her quiet,
My country is a paradise no more!
Be Careful! Be Careful! Be Careful!
We are felled down like Mighty Chinars..
to make us lick the moist red earth,
Nobody is there to feel our pain!
We carry with us our pain to our graves,
Nobody is sleeping or awake!
Nobody! Nobody!
Nobody is sleeping or awake!
If someone does close his eyes,
A whip! A whip! A whip!
If someone does open his eyes,
A whip! A whip! A whip!
No one is sleeping or awake!
Nobody! Nobody!
Tomorrow we will be free to sleep,
Tomorrow we will be free to awake,

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