There was a time when Respect was friend of my nation,
History used to knock the door of my nation,
Bravery used to travel all the time with my nation
Wisdom,Hospitality and Glory often used to come for tea....
The birds used to sing on every morning and evening,
And at night the stars used to shine alot with cold waves
So there was smile on every one's face with a wish to live more n more
With a hope,with an aim and with a Destination .....
Both the nature and people of my society were living happily,
But now every thing has been changed ....
The darkness & slavery has completely occupied on my nation from all angles...
No more singing of birds but a complete silence,
A strange world with alot of questions and tiredness on every one's face,
Old men of this society passing their time and waiting for their END,
Childrens with alot of desires roaming here n there,
So youth of this society are divided in themselves,
Few are struggling,Few living in world of Dreams,
So few doesnt want to fight, are discouraged and hopeless....
Women at home are waiting for a day
When the their life will be completed along with their men and childrens,
Are the well wishers of this nation but lost in their ownselves...
Unlike the past,The poverty,Hopelessness,slavery and Darkness are friends of my nation
And every character of this society
Has eyes on those, who will stand and make a will to resist,to fight against circumstances
For the previous status, for glory and for FREEDOM ......
LONG LIVE BALOCH RESISTANCE MOVEMENT
