Working as an activist in a situation of war and anarchy is no less than sacrificing life for the sake of your cuntry and people

The hostage of unseen kidnapper
Held in invisible cells of horror
Whose aching soul is undetected
Whose predicament passes unnoticed
Whose acid tears never wet his eyes
Who stands to defend the undefended
Who sheds light where crime converges
To scratch truth from crooked tongues
But unable to put a pen on a paper
Unless he writes in praise of the ruler
Who rules a country wihout any rule
He is the jurnalist. He is the writer
He is the poet. He is the artist
Fear shoud not deter him from his goal
If they kill one another shall rise