With high hopes, bold aspiration
You set forth
But death and corruption
On you has been wrought
Culture and heritage trampled we like dirt
In self-love and arrogance we grow fat
O how you weep
In this unending grief
Will hope usher a new dawn
Is this the end? Are we done?
Riches you lack not
From them you’ve been hurt
Leadership in you is not scarce
The battle we fear, is fierce
The heart you know, has not changed
But that to you is nothing strange
Your strength and beauty
With chains were led
Until evil
From justice fled.
That which you provide
We’ve accepted not
Your soul we’ve divided…
In vain our fathers fought
We kill and maim
For riches we can not claim
Who shall deliver?
My soul doth shivers
Who within you will stand?
And form a noble band
Corruption and greed, like bees
Their sting shall be nothing but past memories
Today we wait
Tomorrow… too late
Our hopes… abate
This far… by fate
God shall open freedom’s gate
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