Home of Peace, Home of War
The streets are covered with corpses and carcasses,
the stench, blocking my nostrils
in the midst of ravaging riots,
echoing like a colossal breath bellowing.
It’s time to kill!
Oh! Explosions and massacres
killing the weak and innocent
Who are struggling to eke out a livelihood.
Every house is bereaved!
In every house lies a sorrow to bear
as the fighting rages on.
The people detour
even the strong are dying with the weak,
vultures are feasting on suppurating flesh.
Oh! Home of peace,
home of war;
you have diminished us
but in our sorrow lies our joy
as we stamp our signatures
on the sands of time.
History shall tell our stories!