High heads, great ideas
Patriotic acts, lofty ideals
But why still more problems?
Do we need shiny emblems?
The youth upon thy land
Where our hopes can expand
But where are they now?
Doping or feeding a cow?
Families in each growing home
Are society’s basic unit norm
So, why many wives cry?
And most children’s innocence die?
Fathers, brothers, were you there?
Presidents, magistrates, do you care?
Will you clap your hands?
Or wash them on sands?
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