In the land of the mighty heroes of valour
That rivaled the bravest warriors of Greece
They came and renounced everything we favour
Protection they promised, protection they seized.
Mum was our voices we relentlessly wailed
Maimed was our spirits we clung on
In broad daylight, darkness prevailed
In panic, hope was never gone.
Our protests washed up upon the tides
Like the carcasses of lifeless bodies
Disappeared eerily in countless nights
In that bloody tide that was our identity.
Women deflowered and children orphaned,
Unscathed was only the spirit that never lowered
And corpses piled up as high as our mountains
But we never cowered like cowards.
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