Get up, step aside;
And be ready for the ride.
Come along with me and see,
The fatal sight of the futile stride.
Come and see the desert of destiny,
Of thousand men charred by pride.
Now hunger surrounding them in glee,
Revolt they had never cried.
Fire they did not saw;
In shadow of the light;
Perhaps because of the reigning mystery
Crumbling all of their witty mind
It is the place where you and me,
Live or dwell or have died
That aftermath befell onto we
Had we not done what we did......
Ruined is our beloved country,
Stand up here silently I plea;
And see the sight of hell with me.
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