What are you thinking poor man sitting by the barren land?
And what are you looking for turning around and around?
Exploding heavy bombs and firing poisonous weapons
All are being finished, so no trees, no grasses and no crops,
Now what will you do? May be you'll collect corpses to hide
And what will you eat? May be burned straw and dry root.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza 04/18/2017
What are you thinking poor man sitting by the barren land? And what are you looking for turning around and around?
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And what will you eat? May be burned straw and dry root.