I will write a poem
For my country
It will exhume from
The mauseleum of yore
Men with their good deeds
And remind the living
Of their obligations
I will write a poem
For my country
And it will give needs
To living beings
Not flowers or funeral orations
To dead and dumb men
I will write it now
For my country
It will bear a warm smile
That will give hope to orphans
It will spawn truce to discord
And my country will know no wars
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