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Cry of Nation

Cry of Nation

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"I am the nation, I am the nation... 

I am desert and I am snow...

I am a dying hope; I am a breaking rope... 

I am disdained, I am constrained... 


A century ago, you sliced me apart... 

A century later, you again put me on Bart... 

A century ago, a Balfour put me down... 

A century later I am wounded by a clown... 


I am alone despite of my inhabitants... 

I am dethroned by evil abridgment.. 

I am crying with every passing moment... 

I am dying and can't remain afferent... 


My soil is drenched by blood of my natives... 

My price is paid, by the exchange of motives... 

My identity is ruined and soul witnesses annihilation ...

My people are in trouble, on the verge of extermination... 


Every leister of infidel has marked its impression... 

Every single enemy enjoyed my people's oppression... 

Oh! Nobles, oh folks, I cry, I beg I call you for Compassion... 

Oh! My well-wishers, enemy is enjoying ,every gravel of my possession... 


Do not pay your lip service on the eve of my departure... 

Do not stand silent but raise voice to stop disaster... 

Do not be allured by the promises of sinister infidel... 

Do not stay calm or I will become a grave of anecdotal... 


He is coming with pen to sever my jugular vein... 

He is vehement, vile and want to destruct again... 

Save me, Men of ummah, I am your prestige, I am your crown... 

Save me Men of ummah, he is coming to make me bow, put me down... 


The Day is not away, I will become vestigial valley, clandestine... 

The Day is not away, when you will not see me, Palestine... 

I call for arms, because I am the last of alarms... 

If you don't hear, he will move ahead deprive your leftover charms... 


Do not let me be the last nail of mahogany's coffin... 

Bring some warriors of past or leader like my Saladin...

Leave your women in the bed, stop wandering between pelvis... 

Leave your desires of this world, if you have faith in the divine promises... 


I am the nation, I am the nation...                

I am broken, on the verge of extinction... 

Though very small, 

Still, I am a nation... "



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