Is this how the future looked like,
when we were ploughing our lands?
The land where we always have lived,
The place I made my first stand.

History's always been disastrous,
The future was trying to make me understand.
but when I saw these foreign, murderous hands,
Shaping the scapes of my land.

My scream was silenced,
by the tanks and guns,
Had I worried they had
taken a wrong turn?

For the government already took what they could,
A foreign government in my land.
Destroyed all our grains and food,
A foreign government in my land.

My only hope is that world will see,
How doomed this occupation is,
My home was and will always be,
where I breathed my first and will breathe my last.

I never held a weapon
and never intend to,
But I will never leave my land,
This is my only stand.