I live in a valley where.... <br /> <br /> The ballads of love and freedom are muted by the owl hoots, <br />The chirping birds are frightened by the marching jackboots. <br /> <br /> I live in a valley where.... <br /> <br />A mother stares endlessly to a frozen nothingness, <br />Longing for that lost embrace, waiting for that last hug. <br /> <br />I live in a valley where.... <br /> <br />A father longs for his son's sepulchre, <br />Where are you my groom? Who will tow our boat? <br /> <br />I live in a valley where.... <br /> <br />A tiny stone is answered by a fatal bullet, <br />Treachery and deception has ruled for years. <br /> <br />But you can hear a raising voice everywhere, <br />We will not bow down, we will not bow down. <br /> <br />From the heaps of cadavers and the pools of blood, <br />We will not bow down, we will not bow down.<br /><br />Aaqib Hyder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-will-not-bow-down/
