You say you will fight for me, start my happiness, and bring my sorrow to an end.
You say that you are there for me, whenever I am lonely and am looking for a friend.
You’ve let words stay as words, but your actions as a dead end.
You mislead my happiness, and my sorrow started all over again.
I fought for you, I nearly killed myself, and all you wanted was a piece of rock,
I fought and gave it to you in the end.
But I lost my hands, I lost my eyes,
now I can’t lift a coffin neither can I cry, at the funeral of a friend.
Why do we fight for our countries?
Why do we risk our lives?
Why do we fight to save her pride?
Why do we rape the enemy’s wives?
Humanity and justice, never seem to flow together, why I do not know,
Tell me ministers of my country, I’m knocking on your door.
So what’s next, my beloved country, is it another piece of rock you are after?
Here, have my son, have his young friends, take these innocent ones away from their mother.
After all, what can you do, besides hurting the innocent of this world?
Take away their hands, their voices and their eyes,
cause then they can’t knock on your door for help,
and your sure won’t be able to hear the cries.