No man owns the great soil we stand
But our bloods are shed on this land
Skulls we count brings hatred to mind
North, South, East and West pick hand.
The golden ball is on your court
Wonder why it is difficult ?
The tender feelings never die
Nostalgia continues to fly.
Brains build an evil monument
One bad thing about sentiment
Is that she writes an alibi
Defending her all actions and
Those of her tribes, sisters, brothers,
Dad and mum, sons and her daughters
Whether they are guilty or not
Exculpation she drops alot.
We all have narratives to share
But do we have to destroy selves
When an atom of peace and love
Would give unity strengthen globe.