The Occupied Garden

by Jonathan Azaziah

High above sea level, there exists a place...

That for 63 years has been a victim of vicious rape...

Foreign invaders telling you what to do...

Rigged elections so your leaders are disgusting too...

America's money brings blight to your people...

Occupiers use Israeli guns so the fighting is lethal...

Your forests are lush, your trees are tall...

To disgrace you, the occupier cuts them down and makes you see them fall...

Blood and tears cover the streets, its like the occupier lined them with paint...

On Eid Al-Adha, the occupier destroyed the shrine of a saint...

In the Khandeya village, hearts have been severed and turned...

105 families, so distraught they can never return...

Abdul Qadeer is imprisoned eternally in your memory...

22 martyred in solidarity with him, occupier kept murdering with extremity...

In Srinagar, the Dogras wanted you to live in a tortured existence...

The Adhan and your prayers become a form of Resistance...

Mujahideen and Hindu ascetics fought together against the British Raj that brutally oppressed them...

Muslim scholars passing fatwas to protect Hindus, The Creator moving so beautifully has blessed them...

Rain of sadness is all that dispersed from the clouds...

On the day that Khagram was annihilated and burnt to the ground...

Rebels are labeled crazy for displaying their courage...

Torture by the occupier is a daily occurrence...

Cat and mouse games, every day is another atrocity...

Scorched earth and ethnic cleansing are government policies...

Poonch has been suffering since '47, men, women, and of course the offspring...

The UN stood by as the occupier committed a massacre at Zakoora Crossing...

Countless resolutions while your people continue to see death...

UN is worthless, that's why your self determination hasn't been achieved yet...

Armed Forces Special Powers Act lets the occupier destroy with impunity...

Hopelessness is what they use to poison your unity...

Military terror has butchered your wonder and love...

If your greenery could change color, it would change to the color of blood...

Media tells lies, giving legitimacy to the ruses and the fiction...

Pakistan has absolutely nothing to do with your Resistance...

Refuse to bow, spitting at the enemy where he stands...

Your Resistance started indigenously to protect the dignity of your land...

Brutality increases, people stay inside but the fear isn't building...

Your streams are now filled with the tears of your children...

You've watched your sisters get violated, your brothers die...

Your mountains echo with your mothers' cries...

World leaders ignore you, their evil grins are so sincere...

And as a result, the people they govern don't even know you're here...

They think you're a tourist attraction where serenity spreads...

They don't know about the Islamiyya college massacre where the occupier left seventy dead...

You don't see beauty anymore, hell is your home...

Propaganda denigrates your fight by calling you pelters of stones...

This is not a democracy, it's an occupation run by monsters and freaks...

They want the protesting to stop but your Resistance won't stop 'till you're free...

Tired of the monotonous talks of non-violence and peace...

When your homes are destroyed, no food, no shelter, your mind isn't eased...

Feeling like there's no sign it will cease...

Everybody wants your land, such hypocrisy and arrogance...

And they never once offered condolences for the bloodshed of Baramullah's inhabitants...

Your seeds only have time to fight, no time for knowledge...

Do they know at K2's peak, they can find some solace...

Running through your plains of green...

Freshly prepared wazwan like an amazing dream...

Taking a swim in the Indus River and wash away the stress and make you clean...

Your faith is strong, no matter how fragile they make it seem...

Still bowing for prayer, praying for redemption so the evil spills...

From the ashes of the Dogra dynasty and the Indian occupier, Kashmir will rise again as a phoenix of the people's will...

They say your passion's dead, they say you'll never learn...

But how can they extinguish the flames of something that forever burns...

Intimidation worsens, but weakness is not what fills you...

Oh Kashmir, they can't intimidate you when they already killed you...

But what they don't know, is when they forced the darkness on your vibrant light...

Your people stood against it, and kept you shining bright...

International silence, but the complicity cannot deny your truth...

Oh Kashmir, you are the rose whose petals shatter the occupier's boots...

Iraq is with you, Palestine is too...

Lebanon, Afghanistan, Yemen, and Somalia will fly with you...

No matter how long they keep the guns in our neck...

Oppressors always die under the courage of the ones they oppress...

Soon, you will bring the devils to their knees...

Srinagar will sing, as Muslims and Hindus will rejoice together in the streets...

Kashmir, don't let them tell you what you're supposed to be...

Kashmir, your Resistance will make you free...

Kashmir, live how The Creator intended you to...

Kashmir, they can never take YOU from you...

Kashmir, don't let them tell you what you're supposed to be...

Kashmir, your Resistance will make you free...

Soon, the plans of your enemies and their brethren will burst...

And Occupied Kashmir will once again be Heaven on earth...

~ The End ~