Five decades of war
Millions of people lost life
Birds and wild animals feed on
Both old and young suffered in pain
The blood of the innocents flows to the rivers
Let the few liberate for the freedom
No more bloodshed.
Hear the cry! Hear these cries!
Of both windows and orphans
Who are left under the dark jacaranda trees?
The green green grass fields
Becomes the torturing battle field
The meaning of life became meaningless
Let’s unit for national sovereignty
No more bloodshed.
The old house could be seen from afar
Very attractive but with deadly mines
Surrounded by dead corpses
Though the pain is cracked and dry
Down the lane there’s blood flowing
Bedding the green green grass down
Now the fight has to stop, responsibilities come
No more bloodshed.
Away from home to jungles
worry and fears takes gear control
spending sleepless nights, days start and end
when enemies want to do always with life
tired of being lead, massacred, mistreated, injustice
Humiliation, undignified,
As I lay my beneath on green green grass of home land
No more bloodshed.