In my country
Days are turned night
Men turned women
Eagles crawl on ground
And lions tend to to fly
In my country
Darkness has become light
Many a light seeks this light
The gain not many cared
Thus the light fades to darkness
In my country
We itch for change
Yet we fan the ambers of false flames
Your drum echoes from another's land
With lacked rhythm of probity
Look, in my country
Your echo is heard
But the rhythm is ignored
Say you and your beats
come back home
Then your rhythm will be danced
For with your seating,
penning and acting
My hero will be made
Not from another's land
But here in my country.
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