when shall we learn?

[Kittygyal]

salam.
Bosnian youth rendered shelterless in the snow capped heights

No hope, no aid, not even a grain of food to fill his appetite

Left in the open to shiver to death at night

Encountered by starvation in the day and the Serbian might

With faith in his heart, like a glimmer of light

He picks up arms to avenge his people's sorry plight

A terrorist they call him and terrorism his fight

Only to stop their crimes from coming under light

A fanatic, extremist, fundamentalist he is portayed

But the light of Eeman and the zeal in his heart

Cannot be diminished by propaganda so farce

A Palestinian boy with a sling in his hand

Pelting stones at the occupiers of the Holy Land

A terrorist he is by the law of this age

Agonized and tortured like a bird locked in his cage;

Marching on silently to death in captivity

To break free from the fetters of an unbearable agony

From the valley of Kashmir, rise the cries of the oppressed

The tortured, terrified, raped and suppressed

With weapons in their hand and their cause so sublime

Waging "jihad" against the barbarians of their time

A struggle for peace, against injustice and oppression

Against the killings and destruction, the torture not to mention

Yet the World turns it's eye blind towards the atrocities perpetrated

The people maimed and the violence so naked

In the freezing cold of Grozny's plains

Land missiles, bombs and shells unrestrained

Roofs blown off and buildings razed

Civilians carnaged and buried in mass graves

An army drunken, let loose like dogs untamed

To dishonour the people, like beasts insane

"Concerned we are", says the hypocrite Uncle Sam

Yet gloats and cares not even a ****

"Terrorists", they are branded, with bloodstains on their own hands

So shamelessly they commiserate with the oppressor, committing massacres in the land

When shall we learn?

And not just cry for help and yearn?

For the global powers to intervene

Is it not enough, what we have seen?

From the bombardment of Iraq and Lebanon

To the land mines in Afghanistan

And the mass graves in Bosnia and Kosovo

To the human right abuses in Kashmir

When shall we learn?

And not just cry for help and yearn?

That we are the architects of our own destiny

And not the western help, nor its money

Uncle Sam, UN and NATO shall never intervene

Except when the mass graves are dug and the blood bath is over
w.salam

[Souljette]