Our land is a habitat where the guerrillas
Drink human blood; feeding on the flesh
Of humans; for it is a bloodbath zone
Where gun wounds and massacre have
Become the order of the day.
Our land is in tears; moaning every so often,
The trees and waters bleed due to pains and injuries,
The crocodiles prey on human flesh while the vampires
Roam the street at night drinking human blood
Like the Dracula, so bloodthirsty!
......
Our land is a habitat where the guerrillas
Drink human blood; feeding on the flesh
Of humans; for it is a bloodbath zone
Where gun wounds and massacre have
Become the order of the day.
Our land is in tears; moaning every so often,
The trees and waters bleed due to pains and injuries,
The crocodiles prey on human flesh while the vampires
Roam the street at night drinking human blood
Like the Dracula, so bloodthirsty!
......