A Nation with the wing of peace
Where seven branches joined after 1970’s
Ceased the British that craved their tree
Provided the shade to millions for free
These brave horses were once a warrior
Fought against the whites, earned their dove
Gained the surplus, were the oil quarrier
Independent nation gifted from above
Flourished in business and trade
O savior! For millions abroad
Enhanced their dream, giving them shade
Pray for my brave hero, they laud
O Great father! We bow before you
In whose symbolic shadow we stand today
And built this great Nation, who made it through
His sweat, upon whom everything lay
O Savior! Of the in need soul
O followers! Of Islam, the true faith
I salute you for your role
O glorious Nation! They all saith
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