Freedom fighters
Set an order,
To one and all
To sit at home.

South-East
Their geographical
location,
Weekly they fly their rifles.

Home, but in exile,
Freedom fighters
Living beast,
Enemy of oneself.

The blood of kinsmen
Flow like a river,
On the streets and streams
Crying pullets,
Rain her venoms on the roofs.

Our ancestors frown their faces
From the world of the dead,
They have sent emissaries
With swords and arrows.

Soon many friendly foes
Will be laid bare,
And sanity will smile again
Sit at home,
An enemy of freedom.