My beloved land divided by hands of deceit, hearts of man corrupted
by unquenchable thirst for power and wealth, the common man counted as naught cast aside.
Yet upon the shoulders of the common people were you formed, you were nurtured by sweat and blood you became a light for the stranger, from distant lands they came to be a part of a great land.
Now o' land you are as the homeless that live on the streets of disrepair you cry for justice for the common people yet they are cast
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