Story Of My Land
My father tell me rebel tell
Tell about hero from his father time
Time of hero’s time of kings
Kings how roll the land
Land of honour and leaders
Who abey one role is freedom
Freedom of mind freedom of soul
Soul who can say the true
True about now realty is nothing
Nothing but lies about heaven and hell
Hell is what we living right now......
Now is the time to seal back home
And free the virgin land
Before this rippers take what belong to us
Wake up and see them ripping you rights
Killing your dream killing your mighty soul
Sallow your speaks in there dark mouths
To stop the wind that blows in to your face
To cover you home land with black sky
Oh my darling we will be there
To be with you your waiting is over
This is where my father grow up
This where sap use I live and rise
But am coming back to take what belong to me
Every memory I miss every little detail in my land I have to see
I will go there and see the people I suppose to meat
So stand back there and fight me
Fight me because am coming to hang you in my city door
To make it lesson for who dear to mess up with my homeland
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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