They are coming...
Day by day our shadows fade.
They are coming...
Day by day they kill and raid.
Our days grow cold with the sun
Our days are grey for they are none
They are barking...
One by one our bricks will bend
One by one our names will end
They are biting...
Hard upon our wooden doors -
Mother and Child: Heads hit the floors
They care not for our sacred name
Their flag and Wall must we bring fame!
Our children eat from soils of worms
and waters drink from rivers, burns.
Our life we gave for life to live and sold our souls to free our sins
Now we've made our beds to lie...
gone they'll be-
No where to die.
© Naadir Vorajee
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Matriculant 2013
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