In echo of blasts,
Smell of gunpowder,
With cracking sounds of bullets,
With pouring fire on heads,
Trembling walls,
And falling roofs,
And blood spilling on roads,
When dragon dance of death,
With nakedness of humanity,
In city of trails and tribulations,
The ruined streets of mine,
With band of destruction
The savior is going to enter,
Offering liberty,
Giving instead slavery,
Then all the yelling women,
And terrified infants,
Wounded moaners,
And heaps of corpses,
Should have to bow,
Saying “Gracious”!
Holding a reception,
In honor of the “savior”,
Because,
The savior needs to have,
The treasures of my land,
