As the novels of the white men passed out
Freedom and chanting moments were born
Being of our on patrons
Living on the vein of our own culture
Dwelling on the left-over-ruined-riches
Mined and dug by the claimers
We promised and pledge to ourselves and the country
We proclaim fairness and anti-bullying allegiance
To our resources
This tongue of certainty seconds ago
Now slanted and sharpened
Rapaciously red like the flaming fire
They have been victim of parasitism
On the home
Created and invented by their palms
Polished and colored by their minds
Roofed and covered by their lips
They breed on our blood
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