Now I declare war against you.
You have been killing men for years,
Destroying houses, crops, hopes and dreams
And raping mothers, sisters, wives and daughters.
You the beast filthiest and ugliest ever born on earth;
Now the time has come to stop you.
You thought all the heroes of earth have died;
Achilles, Hector, Arjuna, Ali, Rustam, Khalid Saifullah
And Isha Khan passed away long ago.
You thought there is no king but you
To create panic among men
And to fill the lap of earth with death, blood, rape and crying.
You forgot the poet is the last ruler of this beautiful planet.
When all the warriors flee away from the battle-field,
Only the poet remains standing there like a mountain
To protect the mankind.
Myanmar is not your land now.
It belongs to those who are dying and fleeing in terror.
All the lands of earth belong only to men,
Not to beasts.
The time has come all the beasts are to be slaughtered.
You made me forget to sing the songs of love.
My poem has become sword now.
If you die by this sword,
Don’t blame me.
