BOKORISED

In a land of Christians and Muslims alike,

Selfishness fresh like pile,

Stealing our freedom,

See them,

They shoot; they kill ; they bomb,

Totally refusing to keep mom,

Unpredictable,

So they waste innocent people,

Money they've got,

'cos barbaric leaders lubricate their guts,

To who will we go?

Since our fathers fuel their goal,

Foreign eyes re brand us Irak-like,

'cos we've been bokorised,

We're scared of the haramers,

So we go to sleep with our eyes open holding in our hands, hammers,

But how much can that do,

Huge or little,

Like elephant or Beetle,

So like the chicken and the fowl,

We scamper from the hawk and the eagle,

Until we the strong are nothing but a weak people.