If hell has levels it seems we are on the ground floor
There's no further down for us to go any more
Every day we Pashtuns see hell before our very eyes
and every night we are haunted by the cries
The cries of those Pashtuns trapped inside a living hell
Those poor souls who pray they will live to tell
Tell us that the only way to end our hell is for us to unite
Only then will this dark hell begin to see any light
Together we can climb out of this living hell floor by floor
Until none of us are trapped in hell any more
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