Our Martyrs (Poem)
We hear you in Bangladesh, we hear you in Libya
We hear you in Gaza, we hear you in Syria
We hear you in Egypt, we hear you in Bahrain
We hear you Afghanistan, we hear you Tunisia.
We hear you around the world in all of the countries
Brutally massacred and you can’t even run free
The tyrants will torture and now it’s getting crazier
From the streets of Asia to the sands of Arabia.
Blood is not cheap but the blood keeps spilling
Blood on their hands yet the puppets keep killing
If they feared God then this wouldn’t really happen
West Bank to Tripoli, they’re following a pattern.
Thousands are murdered before it’s even settled
The people fight back and they’re labelled as rebels
They’re labelled as terrorists when all they have is pebbles
God is on their side and they’re fighting the Devil.
It’s true that these leaders have caused enough pain
Power to the people, it’ll happen one day
You haven’t got power, God’s the One who sustains
I’m just saying, all they’ve left behind are bloodstains.
Whatever really happens, God is always with them
I wish I could stand up and make a difference
They’ve left this world and we will all miss them
The leaders don’t care and they never did then.
So many families are left in dismay
Millions have died right up to this day
I’m sick of it, we can’t carry on this way
The least we can do right now is pray.
This is serious so I had to address it
These so called ‘leaders’ are always oppressive
Everybody knows that the answer is freedom
The real question is: when will we get it?
By Shabbir Hassan