Who is crying for us,
We the poor are here.
My dear leader,
Do you know who is poor
And what is poverty?
We are poor,
We are good,
We know the truth,
Truthfulness is our virtue.
Simplicity- our identity,true.
Humility- our identity, true.
Respectfulness-our identity, true.
Forgiveness- our identity,true.
But we can not tolerate who humiliate
Our mother, who neglect our mother language,
And whokeeps our land underdevelop.
We are to guard ourselves,
Self-respect is our treasure.
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