Hill 112

Hill 112

Internal tension erupt in war a proud nation is no more

Under siege four long years blood flows with a million

tears

Limit of endurance, civilian dance macabre

Existence of misery, sorrow filled destiny

Broken glass under children's foot

Rivers run red with the blood of the dead

Unseen troops in disguise in positions high above

The hills have eyes, waten you die, sniper the ends of

your Life

Massacre of innocent, targets of opportunity

Hunt the soon to be dead

Run for cover, run for life someone got you in their

sight

The all seeing sniper scope terminate survival hope