Every man will cry for his homeland.
Every child will weep for its mother’s lap.
Lives will be lost;
tears will be shed;but somewhere, someone, will laugh and mock.
The tables will be turned;
the tormentors will become victims.
Silence will echo in ruins,
while minefields will continue to slaughter.
Rights will be taken,
justice will be buried,
and the war shall continue.
Every man will fight for his homeland.
But there aren’t enough graveyards,
and the soil is much too shallow.