I Sing

"In these narrow streets,
With narrow minds,
I sing the song of ours,
And of gods of nonsense. 
I sing the song of ours,
And of suffering of opinions.
I sing the song of ours,
And of hunger in those huts.
I sing the song of ours, 
And of traitors and politics.
I sing the song of ours,
And of girls who die in wombs.
I sing the song of ours,
And of our race and religions.
I sing the song of ours,
And of democracy and ignorance.
I sing in these narrow streets,
With narrow minds
For we live along with pigs,
In this mud and prejudice.
I sing and sing this song
Till we wake up from the wrong. "

-Aroon Che