Freedom we gained
brave leaders who tamed
Under endless land and sand
A dream of patriots and parrots
Was valorous and victorious.
Today at this juncture
What have we preserved
Nothing indeed nothing
Not the sweat and blood
Not even unity and faith
At last not even our identity.
What we have is
The hatred among ourselves
The life erasing past
Needless war and power
Power in hands of traitors
Why man has lost in his victory
No answer to be detected
We are fit to dance
Come lets dance for our victory
Victory of death in all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The best time to stop the fighting is before the fight begins. A good poem- worth heeding.When you dance again make it a joyful dance.Life itself gives us reason to dance.10.