Free Patani

As I walk through the path
Peace, alone in silence
Heard a voice calling The land that
I step as if was speaking to me.

Do you know that this land is yours?
I know it is mine but that was then.
I see this land covered in blood
The skies filled with singing bird
the truth is that is cludy, raining tears in the eyes of a other full of Love.

showing traces of suffering and hope.
A hoe in my father's hand
As if symbolingzing the sword of Jihad
I can see smiling children
reflecting their future, In old man's eyes looking
ahead in the days of reckoning.

Will I ever taste freedom.
What is the use of my degree if our minds are still in jail.
What is the use of luxury cars if pur fighter still bathing blood.
What is the use of a big house if the horror of my people are being silted.
What's the use of so called happy family if my people are still suffering.

Is that what we call happiness,
While one by one of my brothers die in the field of war.