Let tyrants rule the desert they’ve made,
Let chosen ones possess paradise they’ve claimed,
Their palms are still smeared with innocents blood,
O narcissius loiters why are you not afraid?
Although you look masters but are in truth slaves,
You are pursuing throne of ash,an endless chase,
For all the path of glory lead but to the grave,
The empire you longed to build on people’s graves,
In it you will find no rest or solace,
O thou who choosest the sins of this world,
Lost celestial happiness, bliss enormous!
Indeed your eyes with horror will stare,
When you will see tortured souls and flaming fires,
How can you stifle the voice of oppressed?
Either death or liberty the innocents yelled,
Beneath the rubble or the plain,
Lies the generation escaped by life or place,
Salam to martyrs,who had worn noor of truth, around their neck,
With smiles they die revealing the glory of ‘Allah The Great’.
uzmasaad 
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