Blood In My Country

Blood flowing like a river.
Crys here and there.
Working class are full of sorrows.
Trying to end a living by all means.

Blood flowing like a river.
Thirty-six home are no longer serve.
Where can we find shelter again?
The country is bleeding.

Blood flowing like a river.
Who is behind this bloodshed in my home,
I asked?
No one replied.

Blood flowing like a river.
Pains flows in my mind.
No one cares about my home.
Believed strong weak the weak are no more.

Blood flowing like a river.
But hope is rising like a sun.
The sun will mature and shine till eternity.
The wicked will find no place to hide.