FIRE YOUR BULLETS

Playing 'fight and hide'
The crazy children sing
Burn our homes
Our hearts are already ablaze
Our green pastures are dried up
Fire your bullets
Your villains are playing
On the streets of their land
They won't run away
On seeing the sniffer dogs
They play to fertilise their land
With their fearless blood
Like innocent seeds
They are impatient to grow
To be a promising generation
Fully conscious of their plight
Fire your bullets
They want to refresh with blood
Their motherland
In every corner they stand
To fight and resist
Wherever they are
Nostalgia for this land
Is fused with their blood
Fire your bullets
They don't care hailstorm
They dare to stop
The annihilating thunder
You cannot bully them
To make them vacate
Their playground