Hot Summer - Poem by Sahara Parvin

We are tired of climbing the hills,
We are tired of carrying the guns,
We are tired of crying of the birds
We all are tired of hot sun of may.

But we are at peace at hearts
Beacaus we do not forget our jobs
We are ready to fire and shot
To anyone by the name of man or woman.

Are you laughing at us?
For what? What is our motif?
Know, we have none, we are Terrorists,
Look behind, coming with guns, the Patriots.

Poems by Sahara Parvin

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