Our green of hope
Our green of our flag
Our green of our grazes
Our green of our precious emerald stones
Our green of our beloved striving army
In our green gracious forests they pitch their tents and dig their trenches
In their green generous camouflage they sweat on the swollen surface of the earth
On their green gorgeous pouches and kit bags they shed their revered blood to the thirsty barrels
In their green gigantic APC trucks they heave and hoist their AK47 and RPG
In their gloomy yet dogmatic stance they transpose the carcasses of their beloved ones
They are burn to the crips yet they never forlon their mission
By heart and by hand they burn the midnight oil
In sweat and in blood they never throw in the towel
For the tears of their homes they sing their moral
Nasru minallah victory is from God
And in the green they continue their anguish in agony
And they never recur
Until the blue ribbon procured
Until Peace protracted
Until our green flag is upthrust once again with pride
Until our green grazing lands are once again shining like the precious green emaralds
Until then will they return to the barracks in their peerless kaki No 1,2,4 &5 to their astonished village men, their gone families, their new born babies and their ever loving faithful friends , to an altogether new world to start ...
