BROTHERS IN THE JUNGLE

 

JUNGLE BROTHERS 

Guns and violence is the sound they hear

Many brothers are gone, many are wounded

Quiting is the last thing in their minds

in mind they have is to kill all, 

All who wanted them killed

So they kill to restore her pride.
Day in ,day out they are on the run

Running closer to their individual death

As they use the last strength to kill

To return the glory of their mother land
Jumping down from high cars that fly

Left behind all the lovely ones

Heritage that made them king 

To come back for them hopefully

Praying all daytimes to see a new day

Brothers at war

Waiting to die, hoping to live

Waiting to live same to die

Seeing blood in searching for water

Grasses instead of food

Just to up hold the country's honor.
Brothers at war 

Sweetly life lived in pains

Thinking in anguish and agony

Stretched by hunger, coloured by heat

To uplift the honor she bears.

Cajole others as they are about to die

Remember we all have to pay

And be where we must be 

Save my rifle for I have saved others

Never surrender never you do

For her right and pride must be raise higher

Live and join me brother.

                      BY                          

   STANLEY PIOUS