And in my heart i feel a deep hole
Of the putrid throne we all fight for our soul
I once recount the love and care we dance
As if it was real but today a trance
From rifles to grave
For all we get the pomp of power we gave
How many numbers have we sold out
With the horrible bullets inside of her tout
How many freedom have we capture
Denying them of innocent rapture
How long shall we keep striking
Our values we interpret in fighting
How long shall we humble our love
With befitting bows and arrows springing above
How long shall we hide the truth of vision
Which we could make in a decision
Sons of the land
Let us jion our strenght and stand
Daughters of the soil
Let us come together and toil
With our sweat use our hands for gain
And stop languishing one another for mere pain
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