Sun is itching open wounds
sea turned blood red
War is gone
but its scars remain
Flocks of vultures
clouding over dead
Stalking those
who are near steps of hell
Boots of marchers
striking so hard
Disturbing sleep of those
who buried beneath
Some bat for
peace and prosperity
that follows the war
They were the same
who torn this land apart
Prosperity might be a
far fetched dream
But you know it's grim
when soldiers don't sing
It's sad to dig own's grave
It's sadder
when land is short to dig a grave
That's how my motherland is now
I watch it burning in hell
while I wait at the doorsteps of hell
I welcome you all to the land of war
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Sun is itching open wounds
sea turned blood red
War is gone
but its scars remain
Flocks of vultures
clouding over dead
Stalking those
who are near steps of hell
Boots of marchers
striking so hard
Disturbing sleep of those
who buried beneath
Some bat for
peace and prosperity
that follows the war
They were the same
who torn this land apart
Prosperity might be a
far fetched dream
But you know it's grim
when soldiers don't sing
It's sad to dig own's grave
It's sadder
when land is short to dig a grave
That's how my motherland is now
I watch it burning in hell
while I wait at the doorsteps of hell
I welcome you all to the land of war
How will you feel being in a war torn place
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