S-ixth February morn,
C-elebrate the anniversary;
A-fter the long Sunday night,
N-ew dawn causes much glory.
I-t's a beautiful Monday,
N-o more mist in the air;
T-wenty-eighth year of existence
E-levates God's nation's welfare.
R-ise of the beacon begins,
N-either dusk nor dark remains;
A-s the rain disappears,
T-wilight wavers or wanes.
I-n the name of service,
O-bliterate the strife;
N-o stone is left unturned,
A-im for eternal
L-ife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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