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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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