Lifes Own Battle
I never wanted a battle
I only wanted a better life to cuddle
Curse you old world
For you brought to my door steps war
Weaker my people never were
But now, like tridax they're weary in the air
You cut out their tongues of truth
And forced them to eat a lying fruit
They fought this war never prepared
And it caused them a damage beyond repair
Far from reach is their peace
Their love is but broken into pieces
Your war pills are bitter
They made my people weaker
Some you made slaves
And for others you built mass graves.
STRANJA
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