Today we walk on crystal clear sea
Today they announce our pure acheivement! the scenario of tales
Today we came naked before our kinsmen
Today our lives were rape with shame
Today we were but a blind defeat
In their time mortals wear shrouds of shame,
In their land we wet our lips with thunder' sango the vex warrior of many clans
The rapid defeat from the western gods
Civilisation creep our culture then we went on naked leaves called clothes
We reflect through our norms with shame
Thou we lost our ancestral trails and our children now dance the curse of time
Our elders weep the tears of raindrops
The angry youths tease them off but the jealous sango roar the voice of thunderstorm and in a crystal clear we were but acrid of snow in many faries!
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