The terrorists have time and time again tried to decrease the morality of people but the hope and brotherhood just refuses to die.
Who are those cowards,
Who tresspassed on my soil?
Gunned down my soldiers,
Brave and fiercely loyal..
Why did they tread,
On my peaceful bosom?
And kill my innocent children,
Who were yet to blossom?
Who were the evil men,
Who turned my rivers red?
Carried out the massacre,
While my heart bled..
What did they get by creating,
Turmoil in the peaceful land?
By filling the graves,
Did they get an upper hand?
So pathetic an attempt,
Oh feeble minded clowns..
You cannot kill the hope and goodness,
Which one day will strike you down..
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