MOTHER OF A SON

Mother of a son,
Mother of the nation,
Your efforts never on vain,
Your efforts are never plain,
Ingrained in pain,
Gladly there is grain gain
To feed the greed nation.

Mother of a son,
Your ground hit is reputable,
The ground your forefather bought,
The ground your pretty house got cremated,
And the herds,products of your scaled hands,
Were taken by the friendly neighbors,
The ground you vowed to till til death.

Mother of a son,
Hit the ground harder,
That the nation may feed on your sweat,
That the spirit of your only son,
May be appeased and console you,
Your son sacrificed in the infamous Valley,
For the sake of the beloved nation!

Mother of the son,
Till the ground harder,
That your Mama's heart rejoices,
Her soul fleed in the worship place,
When the bullet kissed her heart ,
Courtesy of the 'holy war' her remains are on the same ground.

Mother of a son,
Work on the ground harder,
That the elected noisemakers find a market,
A market for your products and land,
A market for your peace and security,
A market for your last breath and strength