My heart is ripped in two
As I see those who mourn for the martyrs
My soul is shattered to smithereens
As I see the mutilated parts of those
Who didn’t waver once in their march
And strode on – with no hint of fear in their hearts!
Never did the flag they carried dithered,
Never once their courage was daunted.
And they walked on ahead –
Angry, and burning with anguish
They fed flames in their path –
But why blame them?
They are the victims
They are the inflicted.
Enraged at this carnage
Ask myself a question
Is blood the destiny of my nation?