No peace can be promised with those who betrayed the land,
Who ripped apart the delicate threads that held us all together;
Who raised their hands against the very heart of our homeland
And tried to crush the spirit that defines our soul.
Where were the voices that shouted threats and cast blame,
When innocent blood stained the schoolyard ground?
Where were their laws when grief and flames arrived
And silent streets echoed with cries of despair?
The land's true honor cannot be bought or sold,
No deal can ever purchase the dignity of our soil;
For freedom's value is never something to be taken lightly
It thrives where loyal hearts refuse to be corrupted.
So let's protect the nation's trust through every storm and breath.
May God grant us victory, and peace even in death.
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