I am born in a land...
...always been a victim of invaders,
Where struggle...
...for freedom from tyranny...
...never ends
Where people are the terrified deer
Running away towards a den of lion
To get rid of the merciless hunter
And Vice-versa
Where the wolves in lamb's clothing
Sing the angels' mesmerising song
Where the entire land...
...is an unmarked graveyard
Where under every horse step...
...there are graves...
...of seventy two pairs of martyrs
Unknown sons of the soil...
...buried without...
...the funeral prayers
Where the frightened people live
And move about seeking life shelter
Always living under threat
Tormented! Tortured! Terrorised!
This is the land of the betrayed people
Where people trusted the traitors
Who sold them for their chair
MyKoul
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