Hello there, my fellow compatriot from across the border. I’ll tell you stories about shelling of mortar, but that you’re well acquainted with as it is, come then, combat boots to fences might drill,
I’ll tell you how our camels walk, how does goat mingle with the flock. I’ll tell you how our flowers bloom, how our stars twinkle in gloom and more about the world this is, lives of steel, would you resist?
I’ll tell you how are kids fly kites, how they ensconce with winter snow fights. I’ll tell you what they understand about war, and more about their father’s withered corpse. I’ll tell you what blood means to them, and what does means a martyred gentleman.
I’ll tell you the secret from inside a womb, the world the mother held is now swooned. I’ll tell you how pride flows down her cheeks, married to him she was just for a few weeks.
I’ll tell you about the mother who has known, resplendent smoke from his body that’s blown, into pieces that bleed patriotism. I’ll tell you how the border had set a battleground, calling her son to bow.
Now I’ll tell you about the son of the soil, the one who chose to fight the turmoil. I’ll tell you about the life he never owned, more about for the pain that in he moaned.
I’ll tell you about the months he was away from home,and away from dear life his tanker groaned.