Hopeless

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?