Well and good we are yet to wake up from our slumber.
Guilty we will always be
Even with empty stomach
Even in sickness and in pains
Little or no care you give us
When will it be over?
You will always accuse us
Guilty or not guilty and always
Every day and then you mark us bad
Thought we are pre-condemned
Forsaken nation with no god
It will never again remain the same
Geniuses have risen from the dust
Another time yet foretold in the history
A time of freedom and disintegration
When we shall be victorious forever.
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