They say the war on my land is not “our war”.
Then why am I targeted, amputated and killed?
They command that your land is ours- so listen to us,
I wonder how could they call it their land!
My children are shrieking during the worst nightmares,
Remembering the scattered limbs of their loved ones,
And their mother is bathing in the blood dipped tears
Which mirror her how handsome was her man.
Still you call it your land?
Still you call it not our war!
(Thanks Farid Gul Momand for the necessary correction)
(Thanks Farid Gul Momand for the necessary correction)
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