I can see people die,
infected by usury,
Feeling helpless,
killed in misery,
I am silent,
Not in power, not in lead.

But why is my minister so quiet,
The one as per many so wise,
Can he not safeguard the honor?
Of our women, our children,
Our friends, our kids.

Can he not stop the killings,
Of the unarmed and helpless,
Murdered to save a god,
Of a superstitious belief.

What kinda law do ye bow to,
The one that respites a murderer, a rapist,
A sadist to bail out in an hour or two.

What kinda leader he is,
To hug an oppressed child,
in a foreign country,
Ignoring the blood of innocents,
In his own mother land,
Without punishing the guilty.

A nation in the west,
And their leaders,
The one to brag about,
peace and freedom,
Leads an army,
A group of killers,
For an unjust cause,
For a ruthless invasion.

Walking and trampling,
on the corpses of children,
Filling...