I don't even like the sight of my own face
While Pashtuns are living in such disgrace
How can we so easily be led astray
by the things our enemies say?
Can we not see how we are used?
Can we not see how we are abused?
How do we just close ours eyes
and believe a mullah's evil lies?
Our enemies are cunning and cruel
For too long we've been made a fool
Once again our pride must awaken
Because for now it has been taken
As long as my people keep sleeping
My sorrowful eyes will keep weepin
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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