Homeland

Marching, marching, I hear,

Coming towards my nest.

I can hear their feet not so far.

With fear in my chest.

The pillars I used to hide,

Hiding from my siblings.

Now those pillars can’t make me feel safe,

From those inhuman human beings.

I didn't see it coming, coming towards us,

To take our home, our joy, our happiness

And left nothing but a deep hole in our chest.

It was happy, I spent with my family with jolly face.

The lose in not only specifically mine but of all of us,

They are closer now, the march stops,

Now I hear those kicks on our door,

With heavy boots. They are here to loot the mass.

In our country of thirty-three crore.

To loot us, rule us they have come from far away,

So far where the sun never set,

Where it's often cold in the day,

It’s said they have never lose any war to date.

Now I am afraid, afraid to loose before them,

To kneel down before them,

Maybe if they lose it will cause them shame,

But to us, it’s more about life then shame.

Men, army better we can call, unsullied made for war,

Not like our patriots,

Nation is prior to them, the one thing they can die for.

They don’t fear death, but the country’s loss.

Fear, maybe those invaders should have,

Not us, cause we have nothing except our land.

Nothing more than death, can us have,

But if we die, at least we will get grave in this land.