The candle flame is about to DIE

The night is late! Yet, I couldn't sleep!
Thoughts of our people - young and old,
Who were slain, butchered, and maimed,
Are still very fresh in my memory!
There's no one else to share the pain,
The truest friend of a man is his teardrops!

Our stories will soon be forgotten,
They will be blown away by the winds of history,
Our blood on the ground will dry up,
Our bodies beneath the soil will decompose,
The traces of our afflictions will be wiped away!
In death or alive, humanity will betray us!

Lo! The candle flame is about to die,
All our hopes will be gone in the dark,
No one will ever stand on the podium,
To share about us to the world, and then,
Our stories will be buried alongwith our deaths,
And truth shall vanish forever!