Oh Yee Oppressors! Set Us Free

By: R’ Cayed

Oh Those red stones carryin’ our rage,

Facin’ the tyrants and facing their bullet

,Writin’ a history of oppressionon agory page

,Of oppressorswho left no peaceful fullet,

I salute them martyrs, who embarked the truth,

Those people who took a bullet without fear,

GO OPPRESSORS GO BACK... LEAVE OUR KASHMIR

The soil should be proud to dissolve such a valiant youth,Remembering them all, I roll down a tear,

When those stones rush out in ramp for vengeance,

Streets witness all the truths but never speak,“Allah-u-Akbar” in every sentence,

And their guns never really could turn us weak,

Till my last breath, I should live formyself,

Never care for what the fool wants me to do,

Because my vale bleeds and screams for help,

And tomorrow God will ask me “What did you do?”.

This soil which drinks blood in a deep regret,

Proclaims that autocrat can never be a king,

For all those who sacrificedtheir lives,

I’ll never forget,And my own sobs and moans,

I’m listening,This land of Nund Reshi can never be coward,

Ruled by the purchasable autocratic puppets and weeping,

Our stones and pen is our undefeatable sword,

The curse is that, our conscienceisyet sleeping

,Among the people of honour and pride,

This vale today bleeds like an unstitchedcut,

And these horrific cuts get deeper every night,

We put that blood on the stones but-The bloodiest stones are yet not thrown,

Everyday our resentmentgets worse and worse,

But the first bleeding river has already flown,

Flowing over the lands of saints, isn’t it a curse?

Wasn’t yesterday enough for them to slay,

That today another mother wails inthe street,

Whose world howls when remembers her son’s hide and seek play,

Today in that play, he had death tomeet.

Those stones won’t stop,

Till this atrocity and deceit comes to an end,

Let the blood dry drop by drop,

Stop killing innocents and then innocently you pretend,

Today it’s a stone, tomorrow it might be an axe

,Today we fight for justice tomorrow you might,

But by then you’d have paid a high price as an “entertainment tax”,

We Kashmiris take birth watching homicide and genocide,

Leave this land, leave this vale,

You feed your evilness at a disturbed place,

Quit Kashmir and set us free,

And we the Kashmiris shall always be remembered

by thee.