Ordinary Life In An Occupied Land

My hands tied in the back
He comes to me with a punch and a sack
He covers my head with a hood
The noise is loud and pierces my brain

My poor mother is worried sick, I´m sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure

My pathetic shirts hangs proud
Like a blood-stained flag unfurled
I´m in here for days on end
Or is it months, I no longer comprehend

My poor mother is worried sick, I´m sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure

I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess

He beats me again today
The it another´s turn to play
The noise is too loud
And I can feel the shroud

Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor
Pouring from this dying body
My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can´t sense them anymore
Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist?
Torture, it goes on for days without end
I crave for death to liberate me from this torment

I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess

Of my lifeless battered flesh

A few more thoughts before I go
I have been murdered, this is you must know
I have been abdcuted and killed
Because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people
From my blood that soaks the land
From the copious tears that I have shed
From the hidden Ditch where my body lies
A vengeful wrath will soon rise

The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land