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Story of my Country - By: Andival Band - English Translation
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Title: The story of My Country. what kind of place is that, called homeland?
Where to start and what to say?
Tell you from the immense misery,
Or displacement and vagrancy
Or.. just turn a blind eye and sigh,
Let live go on, this story I don't buy
The place that wana tell,
Ruined in war and torn a part
Tearful fathers strive to earn a bite
The place where the foetus orphaned before birth,
For the hope of paradise, blast in suicide and terrorise the earth
Where the woman worth not a penny,
Difficult to uptake not ready
Where girls risk lives to learn,
Where shout Allah Akbar [God is great] slaughter the men
Where people shed blood and cut throat,
Because he doesn't like your choice of word
The rulers never heard just and right,
The youths desperate never find a job
You can be indifferent if you choose,
Let me cry out loud, have nothing to lose
No empathy no compassion,
The men who disguise themselves for seduction
Here, criminals instead of trial,
Invited at the table for negotiation
Here, the army trained for danger,
The Taliban opens an office in Qatar
They name 4 provinces after Taliban,
It is a shame to give in to the manslayer
Or? I groan, the MPs are illiterate,
Oh almighty God let your mercy upon us
You never get ahead, without flatter and bribe,
Have money, can breathe, no, then go to hell
Only money brings you respect,
You can even beat the policemen if you check
Here, even Norco doesn't make a dust,
Grooming the boys with sex and lust
No one seek to make breakthrough,
Prejudice and favour seems the way through
Instead of schooling and play,
Children are old before the heyday
Washing cars all his life,
Born and die on the streets is rife
Here people gamble their daughters for gain,
No feelings, no honour, all have gone insane
Here is Afghanistan, land of war,
The children carry guns hold bar
In front friends, behind foe,
We are not there for each other unless something to go
Battered each other on difference and look,
Atrocities in extreme let's brook
Why like a stray dog blood thirsty,
Stand up and think soberly
Enough is enough stop the war,
Stop the killings stop the roar
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