The war is on, and we are in woe. Our homes are deserted, and we run into holes like moles seeking for homes.
The war is on, our soles are hurt, and it pierces deep into our souls. With every passing moment, we keep the faith, but it fades with the loss of a loved one.
The war is on and we hang on hope, but we live in horror coz we don’t even know who’s a friend or a foe.
The war is on, our hopes are cold, and our hearts are sore. With the break of day, we fear to wake coz it pains to see a brain blown away and yet another man is gone.
The war is on, our daughters are motherless, our sons are fatherless, and our babies have picked up arms.
The war is on, our mothers are widows, our fathers’ lives have no value and bloodshed means nothing to anyone.
The war is on, the blood of our children crying to mother earth. Mother earth is weeping for she is saturated with blood.
The war is on, our sisters are raped, our brothers are endangered, and our families are scattered.
The war is on, our mothers now bury their husbands and children, they must be mothers and fathers all by themselves.
The war is on, our girls have become prostitute, and our boys have become armed robbers.
The war is on, the bushes have become home for humans and even our homes are no shelter for animals.
The war is on, our lives are in pieces, our peace is deceased, and we live in the sea of our tears.
What happens when the war is over? :-(