O, mother's land
Giant of crawling nation
Birthed by men of greed and covetousness
Who covers themselves under the veil of a hero
Plundering the nation wealth into the canal of their tummy
Using the masses of whom they call brothers
Humanity who they claim to stand for
Has lost it value in their eyes
Men are now pawn in their game of chess
Protecting the queen which is their wealth
As they battle for supremacy to rule
A kingdom destined to fall
The cry of man is a beautiful lullaby
Which make them sleep like a baby in his mother's arm
After sucking her breast
And her sweat which fertiles their barren land
Make them act on the stage of the world
Like the writer of the play
Let raised our voices
And act on the stage of the world
To tell them
We are no more pawn
In their game of chess.
©emperor
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