My salute to the seven-year-old Marri
boy, name unknown
You gave your life for Baluch pride
Tiny body lay still, a mother weeps mournfully
A cry in the wilderness, not many hear
There is no school for you, no roads, no buses
No uniform, no shoes, no bag, no books
Nothing but barren mountains, steep valleys
What you had was your Baluch pride
And a flock of sheep wandering in your tribal lands
No pencil for you my dear, martyred child
Let alone school or classroom or teacher
There isn't even even tap water for the Marri boy
But barracks, boots, military and mullah
And plenty of bombs for development
Pakistan jets, choppers and Islamic Bomb
From Pindi, Lahore, Jhelum raid your home
You have painted my mountains red
With blood of the best sons of Baluch soil
Jihadist Pokistan Generals, listen to the the Marri boy
Baluchistan is mine, you wrote with your blood
By Ahmar Mustikhan
Related links:
Proof of Army operation in Balochistan
Created by Radio Balochi FM 2006.01.07
