What they’ve done to us
Our past damaged beyond repairs
Because of taste for power and honour
We wish we could find words to describe
Pains we gained
from unwillingness to change
What falls us each day spend in power
We wish you knew the number
Of battalions of victims in the underworld
Who challenged your chases
And called for your halt
We wish you knew how sad we know
No different between our dead ancestors
And you living dictator
What we see in your hands
Is not good to go
Is our future with no substance
We wish you saw what awaits you anyway
Your fall too, because we’ll fight!
Yes, your fall to the deepest hell beneath the crust we stand
Allah is furious because we are furious
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