Stifled and Suffocated Under Occupation,
Confined to a Life in a Brazen Act of Annexation,
Subjected to a Toxicity by the Rest of the Confederacy,
Paying the Price of Some Cooked and Some Raw Conspiracy.
Counting Days and Nights Cut off From the Near and Dear Ones,
By the Apathy and Atrophy of the Power that Runs,
Into a Corner and Forced Underground,
By the Despicable Vulgarity and Obscenity of the Dictatorial Sound.
Who’d Turn a Messiah to the Multiplying Affliction,
To Arrest the Basic Arithmetic of Division by Constriction,
To a Unity Imposed by Self-Rule and Determination,
By a Despot Shambolic and Ostentatious in Bringing Forth Malediction.
We are People With Indomitable Rights,
Sacrificed at the Altar of Rituals and Rites,
Chanted on by a Population that doesn’t seem to Care,
Legitimizing the Deeds of the Fundamentalists’s as an Internal Affair.