Gul Makai

She was born at home in the north of Pakistan

money wasn’t flowing so there was no hospital

Daughter of a poet, and a warrior in disguise 

This tale it begins in the warm month of July

Her name was a hint of the conquer she would bring

To enemies of freedom of this world we still live in

She’d been pretty special since the moment she arrived

Gul Makai ain’t one of those you can oblige to be quiet 

 The first time her voice spoke out when no others dare to breath

Bullets whistle had become a common thing to hear

And girls schooling had been settled as the biggest sin

By those who see their own ideas as a sacred writ

Fear could never stop her voice on speaking out her thoughts

There’s no greater weapon than defending what is just 

And as Swat was hurt again, a peace fighter arose

A bunch of courageous man they gathered around

And resolved those big brown eyes had to be shut down

Bravery as usual from the puppets of lost cause

Sending out a pawn to shoot child inside a bus

The one in the hood didn’t even know her face

So, he had to ask her name just before taking the chance

And the trigger set the spark supposed to end their snags

Underrating Gul Makai was their mistake from the start

Give a price to mountains and its essence will not change

Thank the rain for bringing life but it won’t stop pouring there

Gul Makai’s a force of nature and you better be aware. 

*Dibujo de Ragan Mcleod