The Curse

I came from a valley of ashes,

Where oppressors strike the just and fair,

People have barred doors upon us,

We are marked as beasts,devoid of all grace,

Children bleeding along the streets,

For handful of grain and bottled water,

Here all the nations thrives and rise,

And throttled our people backward to death,

Here each soul pines for justice in darkness,

A home no more,my heart roams lost,

We’ve been made refugees by usurpers,

Living in fear,in silence we tremble,

No strength remained to bear the troubles,

Here all evil deeds are coldly done,

With no fear of Allah The Gracious,

O Lord inscribe my curse upon all tyrants!

A curse born deep within humans,

May darkness falls on despot’s ironhold,

Let Your vengeance be swift and sure,

Let these tyrants know peace no more,

Injustice price should be heavy on each soul,

O Allah heal the wound of beautiful tortured souls!