FOREVER IN A DREAM LAND
FOREVER IN A DREAM LAND He was at his mother's Bossom Joyfully wrestling in his mother's arm When the curtain of night fell she told heroic tale He wish to be a hero like a beluga whale Passion to die for his nation was indebted into his soul His mind became joyous at the sound of war His uniform is his courage His gun is his vindication If I go and does not return let the birds chirp for my name For my passion is fulfilled What do we seek, that we see? We rise at the wailing of trumpet My soul survived many facet of weathers The guerrillas were being played by the crocodiles Grave is our motherland, for the country I died for monument is my reward I asked for strength to become strong as dung beetles To do and achieve better things like the birds but I was made weak as a pauper I seek for power and riches But poverty makes my home a nirvana What do I seek,...