Where have my Countrymen Gone by N. Salman

The stories of the braves and the bold

Written in time, written with blood

Written as my keen, written as my blood

I’m the legacy as the prophecy foretold.

Where are my countrymen

The blood of my ancestors?

Have they been misplaced and replaced

With a nation of bugs?

They rob us blind

They act like thugs.

Preying, cheating and material lust

They shoo me, boo me

Banish me from the cast

In the court of cowards

I’m held restricted,

They must.

I wipe my sweat and tear

With my bounds

My unquenchable contempt

Burns for the hounds.

I wonder, how long till

Will my countrymen return.

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