The snake’s skin game [Archives:2008/1213/Community]
By: Fuad Noman
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Comrades, watch out for the snake's skin game
Either black or white, the poison is same
Does the snake shed the drops of rain?
Comrades and commandos, once more again
Teach your foe the art of fight
At this moment in time
Not only to strike and hide
Let the sea's arms be in a severe wrath
To submerge their false pride
Into Euphrates and Tigris dark
In the darkness of the ancient century
The vengeful created a horrible bloodbath
It has a bad smell of an ugly boar
Disclosing the smoke of life's hoar
The full moon's dream became crushed
Instead of hugging the daylight
Converted into ash
Comrades, commandos be aware
Invaders as strangers
Have neither choice nor right
From whence they came to return
Or to go forward in time's flight
What a pity!
Their time's wheel got stuck
They could neither turn to the left
Nor to the right
At this moment in time
Invaders' wishes are in clash
Completely blind
Kaput by a negative touch
It is our holy land's curse
Behind the resistance of injustice
Our enemy's flash starting to stumble
His lassitude tinged with amazement
As their home falls in dark
No power to sparkle
Just black in black
Moving ahead for unknown goals
Kneeling at our land's feet
Unable to catch their triumph's flag
The weak can't change
The dead never wake
Strangers can't create peace or love
Where they live
Once the sea's arms release its deep sough
The invaders' tree becomes futile and buff
As strangers, they are living rough
Eating bitter jots of dust
Whatever they gain in luck
Strangers are always astray
Buried in the freedom blood
The color of freedom is only one
Hotter than the glare of sun
Comrades, commandos be assured
I see through my transparent core
Though their hidden arrows trying to gore
The smiles of my rosy yore
The strength of two rivers
Still shaping the rhymes of victory
Flying over my mother country
Sooner we will celebrate the sun's augury
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