I just want to own the northern lands....

I just want to own the northern lands….
No one told me about the orphans I will make,
No one cautioned me about the bereaved widows’ curse..
And when a mother’s womb lay barren and bloodied,
I looked the other way..
I do not want to think about the floods that eat away my father’s paddy fields,
I have no mercy for the school teacher I killed the other day –
He had tried to reason with me…
In the south I heard they got their share,
I was not born in the summer of ‘87
But I do believe that whatever I am doing now is befitting –
For my people, for my soil… 
I will kill, and be killed if the need be,
I will burn and be burnt if the fire is huge,
I will be buried in the avalanche of dead bodies where the vultures will feast..
But nevertheless, I will own a piece on the northern banks..