Hero
The play has reached its climax.
The spectators are getting frightened.
O hero, it's high time you came to kill the villains;
it's high time you rescued your motherland;
it's high time you declared loudly:
'O mother, my soil, don't cry more
because I've returned.'
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2013
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