We are now the city of death

Mortality is manufactured here in business grade

Travel here not; you will rot

With the size of population, we seem to be a nation

But we don’t have any flags

In the market of artworks, we may have some crafts

But we don’t have any map

Our poor dreams fly in the space

Without any breakthroughs and grace

We are now the city of death

We seek to take a taste of country and motherland

But here never comes any western grant

Our cheap minds only know how to expect

But where is the abundance gate?

We are the city of death

Visit here not

Over here you will smell a fresh hell

Not any alive bodies

You will see processions of dead society

And because of these death parades,

we became popular in divine shed

A lot of us are already famous stars in the sky

Some of us now are fireflies

We are now the city of death

-Somoy Shafi