Deep within my countryside, dry hot sand
For my poor starving rural crowd, a homeless land
Besieged by the military troops, nothing we see
Nasty sounds and bleeding people, all around me
If this tragic remains unsolved, nobody live
For the aid of my countrymen, what will I give?
So I set back on the Arabian Sea, a place too far
In search of money and gold, to end this war
Sounds of thunder, heights of surfs, threatening bold
Once I traveled far from coast, I felt cold
No more tides, no places to hide
Middle of the sea, so deep and wide
Threatening storms give a daunting ride
Only sky to see and star to guide
Skies are blue, oceans are blue
Cold winds blew, few birds flew
Fish as food, Sun as clock
Like a scary devil, those hard sea rocks
Breezes comfort, sorrows depart
Though I voyage with a broken heart
There I see, a ship in red
There if I rob, many lives are fed
 
Alone for miles, this voyage of hope
With the wealth I loot, I plan for scope
The piracy you see is so prosperous for me
We got a stomach to feed, a life to live
So stop resisting me, call me a pirate instead!