A fencing around our lovely ground.
Murdering counts for even a pound !
we fought ,we killed , we died ! Oh here !
Carved our names for our own dear.

Some surrendered with flags of white.
some cried and waited for holy light !
when will we now share our plot ?
The land for which we fought a lot .

The preachers preached to us to bother -
to share things with your sister and brother
But what we doing now shall see
hatred spread as deep as a sea .

Part of life , part of sacrifice .
can't we share our little price ?
can't we hear the little cries ?
'cus truth will never have her demise.

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