In our own home,
Own state
We have now been exiled.
Ask how?
Our paid officers,
Ministers and all
Are using foreign language
That we are unable to understand.
And they all forming a circle
And keeping us in dark
And plundering everything
That are ours.
And we are drowning in
An ocean of trouble.
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