My land keeps people in the fold,
It has a legal “traitor list”.
My land kills all from young to old,
If they are trying to resist.
Somehow, I had to find a way,
I had to break the stalemate.
So many times I tried to stay
Against my miserable fate!
My land is close to its death bed.
My land wants tears, pain, and blood.
Please let me go and move ahead,
It makes no sense to stop the flood!
What will remain in my land,
And who can heal its burning scars?
How many years should be spent
To overcome the web of lies?
I’m leaving my forsaken town
To reach the border, get it done.
I beg my land; I need just one:
Please let me go, please let me run!
My land… had let me go.
Well… go,
And don’t forget to hide the track.
Remember,
Since you had escaped,
Your land
Shall never
Let you
Back.
My land
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