Upon the dirt and blood

Upon the dirt and blood we do still stand,
As fire from the sky rains far away.
It's been destroyed, the meaning of this land,
And endless fire, it forces us to stay.
The drum keeps beating, sounding ever more.
Two countries trapped inside the bloody mesh.
Things never change, and still we are at war.
We feel the pain of bullets through the flesh.
This endless hell that makes us want to cry,
And only shots ring out above the scream.
Us soldiers struggle, fighting not to die,
And we all wish that this was just a dream.
The shots keep sounding, echos every night.
But God is with us, and so we shall fight