Benazir Bhutto, In Memoriam, December 27, 2007
In Rawalpindi her ashes glow
The dying embers burning low
To mark a martyr’s final breath
To serve her country to the death
Her spirit survives this fatal blow.
She is gone. One short day ago
She lived, smelled flowers, was the main show,
Adored and was adored, and now she’s dead
In Rawalpindi
Carry on her war against the foe:
Wherever freedom needs to flow
Her legacy yours, hold it high.
Her death must be your battle cry
You must not slumber, while ashes glow
In Rawalpindi.
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