In the name of a god and a sundry land
We were butchered to ashes and bones
Strapped and praying hard
Sometimes in the cover of darkness
And even on a high street under light
They visit us in our sleep
And when we are unarmed
Today they drove strife into us forty
Didn’t know a single one of us or our kin
With only our kith to pray for us
We stood guard for a million breaths
And only to lose it midway, we ride
How long do they think they can?
How do you think they would win?
A losing battle where only numbers count
No table to sit across like men and talk
When loud splinters silenced sane voices
They make widows with no faces.
What did he want today? Virgins and a high life
In a place where none has been before
When he played poetry with the trigger
His persistent fingers, did they tremble?
For they know not that their prayers
Turn heaven into hell right here
All in the name of a god they haven’t met
And will never, till darkness cease
Forty caskets with dreams lay there
Clothed in pride and national colors
When the bugles blow their ends into thin air
Orphan mourns would surge in silence
Those who came scaling the walls
Spelling doom and darkness around
And them who fended them in secret guise
Did they know the lights they blew out
Would have burnt for a lifetime
And borne many lives and happy times
We are a land that never crossed the line
Never stole but gave in plenty to whoever drove in
Garbed in plain or in grandeur, we took them all in
A space we granted them in our hearts
Our flags never stood to burden their places
Nor did we burn their shrines in the fervor
Why does such anger walk in prayers?
When the forty homes turn into forts of grief
You would know your efforts are in vain
Every tear that falls tomorrow
Would bring back a thousand cries in valor
Be scared for no mercy would meet you again
Till thy fortress smoke up and kingdom fall.
KuddelMuddel 