The Holy War of Redemption
Oh mother land
You broke my home
My life, my name, my identity
Will I see the sea beyond the smoking corpses?
You drank my blood
My garden, my labour, my ethnicity, my liberty
Will I hear the birds sing beyond the hills?
You killed me in my sleep
My passion, my pain, my pleasure, my sweat
Will I see the rain again from my home?
You drew your dagger through my heart
My love, my friendship, my land, my roof
Will I taste the sweet springs in the jungles?
You tasted my blood on your sword
My soul, my heart, my mind, my body