Free is the sky, free are birds
Free is air, free are clouds
But we not still from our
Unreasonable endeavor
Our houses we do clean blaze
But streets are full of garbage
We never feel ashamed spitting
Anywhere in the surrounding
The corrupt and the dishonest
Want a worker fully honest
Can anybody tell me
When we are being free
From our mentality so ill
Of which we are slaves still
Still far away is real republic
Though we are called democratic
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