Green Grass

Green grass Nothing shall work With only words Land is different Enemy is present People may suffer With no peace offer Dry grass may burn Along with green grass in turn The enemy is present on ground No friend can be found Everywhere shells are fired People are murdered Children, aged and women All are living in so called heaven People are kept under captivity Under belief with some visible possibility Now people are surrounded Complete area is bombarded From within and from outside Enemy is killing us from inside