During our lifetime,
In our own free
And sovereign state,
In spite of constitutional
Provisions and laws,
In spite of so much
Fast-unto-death, strike,
And march of black flags,
We failed to implement
And use our language
In all or any purpose,
Really disgrace,
And we feel pain
More than death.
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