TEARS FOR THE LAND OF MY BIRTH 2

That land filled with unripe soldiers
That's the land of my birth
That littered with bodies of brothers
That's my nation on earth

That land you just heard the bomb
That's the land of my birth
That where incessant shelling makes you dumb
That's my nation on earth

Our sky went dark
Our waters turned red
Cannons failed not the bark
Sharp edges find no comfort at their stead

That land with unending yell
That's the land of my birth
Earth turned to hell
That's my nation on earth

TEARS FOR THE LAND OF MY BIRTH

The number keeps increasing
Soon we may lose count
For as we welcome the incoming
In dozen, new sets mount

Our future is being washed away
Our children made cause of grieve
Fearlessly they were taught to slay
'Cockroaches deserve not to live'

Behold my source
The land of my birth
Behold its course
Its present state on earth

WE ARE TIRED

We are tired
Tired of the noisy sky
The armed fly
The unending shell
The incessant quell

We are tired
Tired of the cry of an orphan
The yell of a groaning man
The sorrowful outburst of a widow
The continuous sight of unending sorrow

We are tired
Tired of the uncertainty engulfing of our future
The fear relaying in our nature
Our buried motherhood
Our demolished brotherhood

We are tired
Behold every minute
Souls dwell in the pit