We live we die and then we eat pie,
Sharing it with angels in the sky
To drown the sorrow and the pain
To stop time and start life all over again
But no, this is how its to be
we live we die for our country
And if we make it home again
We hope our country will be our friend
To some of us life begins,
But to others comming home is the end.
Our lives are over, our future on ends
our country neglects us
there is no end, to the hurt
that never ends.
So we live, we die and the we ear cheese
While our country does what it please.
Copyright © Marie/Ismarili Gardener/Isreal | Year Posted 2012