Grow up brother and take a firm stand,
Sway no more twas wheat in the field,
Anarchy is loose
The future is washing away.
Grow up brother and swallow your greed,
Don't sell your honor for few rust coins,
For justice now is lost
The truth is losing its grip.
Grow up my people and raise our Nation,
For its edge has been eaten up by ants,
Its pride is no more
The giant has fallen.
Grow up my people and embrace unity,
Shun diversity and bade away hatred,
Don't burn your own sits to ashes
And scare our peace away.
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