Sons of the land

[Maleeq]

In my father's home
Silent cry's break the dead silence
Again Tis deep slumber that chose Ahmed
Nay, Tis Yusuf
For Ahmed is gone the sun before

Of tiny abode thou shall cast
For of legged-four Yusuf be
Before his pass
What pity! What loss!
Of moments vast

With gullets dry
We walk the gone in silent mourn
It's plenty moons now
And not a word from kingdom up
Beneath the feathers pipe
We be told, lies the promsed land
Slay! they say Slay! they pray

O! Sons of my father Sons of the land
Where hide you?
Those rare and sacred flesh
With which you invoke
In blissful mesh
Indeed ours be here
But in sinful wear
From Chit and chat
To this and that
We journey through the land

In symphony sweet
Let thee invoke
For mine is gone
To get the vote
So help us GOD...

[Ibro2g]

Brilliant, As expected of a genius, to wake in filth and find purity, to seek light when non alit, better yet, find a light.Alas when all awake from their slumber...few will register that vote.
Once again, brilliant work