The heart is sacred that aborts
Dreams of a good success;
Foetus a safe haven;
And the thirst for heaven.
In their juvenile loves that choke,
The 'Aloota' spirit they so invoke
That their stinks sting strenously,
As though triumph of a water lily.
This sacred heart sweet sing songs
Which kill our own sour tongues
Like ramadan ram at dagger point
Leaving hopes of all in a disjoint
The bilious bill of the sacred heart
Stabs the economy deep at heart
That the gi-ant rant as ant and slip
While the dwarfs, on creeks sleep.
The sacred heart with his jargons
Ride the most expensive wagons
Sourced by squeezing you and I
After singing 'Jerusalem on high'.
Our fathers paid the supreme price
To salvage this land amidst cries
So, when shall we be guided right;
When will truth give us light?
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