SOBBING IN MY GRAVE by Jamiu Ahmed

SOBBING IN MY GRAVE

Beneath the tales of blissful sorrow

Where thirst for power triggered war

Homeland was turned to battlefield

The sound of guns and mother bomb

Filled the atmosphere like escaped air

People were killed savagely in folds

Mothers cried for their lost babies

Children cried for their lost mothers

Families cried for their lost members

Dreams cried for their lost usefulness

Beneath the tales of aborted dreams

Death of children, death of our future

I was compelled by my sore heart

To pull the trigger of sad retaliation

From up, bullets sank into my head

I'm dead, but, I'm a hero of valor

I'm gone, my dreams burnt in hell

Here lies my golden epitaph

Written with bullets on my skull

Now, I'm sobbing in my grave