Broken to pieces,
My home falls apart,
From wealthies to riches,
and riches to flat,
you murder my nieces,
turn my nephews into rats,
covered in feces,
surviving on my own fat!

I don’t care for the history,
or the land of the dead,
I don’t care for the mysteries,
or reasons for the red,
I am tired of the misery,
and the hate that you spread,
For me a sign of victory,
is sleeping in my own bed!

There is no pride in your killing,
and no joy in your visits,
be ashamed of your bullying,
and reducing us to digits,
be ready for your billing,
in numbers of your units,
because we have no shilling,
you wipe us out in a minute.

Stop the war, I said, stop it!
and bring me back my joy,
my children have lost it,
guns are their new toys,
have a door but can’t lock it,
what’s left of what you destroy,
that’s it. my will I forfeit,
my anger i deploy.