Why are roses returned with bullets,
When we send them across the border?
Don't they ever understand our love,
And respect divine peace and order?
On the other side of the border too,
All the hearts are not devilishly dark;
But the tyranny of the belts and boots,
Loves to extinguish humanity's spark.
They must realize the value of peace,
And honour the spirit of humanity,
It's never human to stab in the back,
And it spoils the chances of unity.
Let the border be a friendly fence
That always makes good neighbours;
Let love move to and fro through it,
And enrich us with mutual favours.