The beutifull  memories 

We had the green  fertile farmlands

Our mountains were full of beautiful snow in the winter

And full of flowers in the spring

Our valleys were full of colourful plants

We had the gardens which were full of fruits trees

We had the blue rivers everywhere

We had the fertile farmlands

The green hills were the pasture herds and dairy farms

We had dairy herds

The agriculture and livestock were our main business

The farmers were the king of our field

The ranchers were our legendary heroes

And the pastoral was the our most favorite music

Now our fields burning

Our herds are massacred

The gardens are the slaughterhouse

The shepherds and farmers are the gunsmen

Our farms  are  the  battlefields now 
The storms broke our  greens trees tall
Our  sun have stolen  too long  ago 
And on the forehead of my land have written misery,  poverty and war 

 Jalila Salime