So much for the beloved Country

This poem is in remembrance of 100+ Hazara people who were killed in Balochistan. The protestors refused to burry their loved ones for two days. They just sat in blistering cold out on the streets. With all this misery they still are expected to love their country, and sing the songs of its greatness,  

Withering hopes and shriveling smiles,
Crying mothers and lamentable wives,
So much for the beloved country,

Buried fates, unthinkable lies
deceased justice and pilfered autarkies,
So much for the beloved country,

Stolen away what was mine,
Woofing dogs steal the shine
So much for the beloved country,

Blood is luscious, Tears are joy
miraculous anguish, cheerful cry
So much for the beloved country,

Silence being shouted, Vocals are ceased
Verity being slaugterd, sentinments have no heed
So much for the beloved country,

Her son is in nirvanas, she had been told,
Later today she sang the song,
So much for the beloved country,

To cry not for he is fine, in God's hand he will dine,
Motionless she is standing, sick of hearing these two lines,
So much for the beloved country

Your little brother shall never come, pity it is, but it is true,
She looked at him with such a gaze, and later today she squalled again,
So much for the beloved country

For the grey hairs and wrinked skin, His son was the only kin,
His son is dead he conceives not, yet he stands and mourn again,
So much for the beloved country

In crusading words he gauged me today,
for I love you not, and went astray
So much for the beloved country

Today this land utterd an astonoushing riddle,
Peace and Equality are my only fears
So much for the beloved country