To Die For Their Honour
To die just for their honour
I use to think
The wicked can't sleep
At night
But I was totally
Wrong
They got their peace
Even at their atrocities
They are living comfortable
More than
The so call innocent ones
It no more truth
That they are troubled
In mind
Am sorry the table
Is the other way round
Actually we are the one
Who suffer
Who can't sleep
Who can't fight back
Who cant be happy
We are the ones
Who crys
Who panic
Whose life is in danger
Whose future is out of order
Yes we are the victim
And it is a shame
If we can't stand for our right
Is a shame if we can't
Fight back
It is a shame
Already to remain the way we are
Cos is obvious
On our faces that we are tired
To die just for their honour
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