Can again be on this sod
But they demolish even that
Which you made, dear Lord.
They divided You too -
Over us, to better care.
Ah, if they could they would
border the very air.
How small man is -
How overgrown with hate,
While roses smell sweet
Even for the plucker.
How can I not cry -
Saint's heart would break before
This sight of mothers bearing
Gray haired kids once more.
For which peace am I to die -
Peace has always been there -
I could hear it loud right now
If you silenced the guns.
For which land am I to fall -
I belong to this whole land.
And all innocent ones -
You will see, buried in me.
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