National wars

Thoughts of a sudden spring up

Of unprecedented agony

A war beyond arms and ammunition

Suicide on the inside of a nation

 

Our young ones are as a fertile ground

Lying in a mirage as a desert

Desolate, ungroomed, little wonder why

Our nation sits on a keg of gun powder

Waiting to be introduced into our guns

 

 

And perhaps there is hope for country

All we’re pleading for is mercy

Mercy on the future leaders

That their prospects be nurtured

 

 

We hope for a peaceful nation

but what we have is a heavenly hell

justice is difficult to apply

but our freedom we won’t negotiate

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