Woman and kids doing chores merrily,
It's now a futile dream
I wish I could wipe all the the tears .
The motherland is in turmoil .
Pain,torment and hardship.
I wonder if it shall end.
Lives being lost everyday the soil is ravenous.
Who is gonna dig the grave ,
I lost a beloved fellow.
We now mourn as we dig the rooms for the begone to sleep.
Bury our tears nigh to their cheeks.
Forlon we are.
Who is next?