We, the people
Are the sovereign here.
All so-called leaders,
Service holders are
At out feet.
We, the people
Are the truth.
One who hates us
Has no place here.
One must use
Our language in all
Works meant for us.
Use no foreign language
While talking with us
Here on this land
My dear leaders and
Service holders.
Hearing you in foreign
Language we at once
Become morose and our
Jolliness and smile
At once disappear.
We feel very much sorry
For you.
Shall we give up our body
Or you give up the post
You hold for us.
You are the symbol of
All offensiveness, since
Language is the soul
Of a body and a state,
And you are not using it,
You are also not caring
The Constitution and
The law of the land.
But enjoying everything
That belong to us.
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