Freedom Fighters Poem by taofiqat naisr

Heart of a slave
curved in pain and sereneness
engulfed with red fleshy bone
living in past harmony
Brothers of the devils evil

Across the ocean a plot of land
My home of past i longs for thee
Here is no home but forest's heart
there in sprawl i on lea lay i

Heroes on the rise
I pledge my nation
we the freedom fighters
our motto should be rescue

Heroes on our feet
Am here stead fit
No more going back
Brother cry no more
My blood can serve as water.