On that fateful day in July
Her tender voice wasn't a lullaby
But a shril cry at birth
That threw the whole land
Into uproar of joy and freedom
Our land was born
Freedom spell in the air
With joy we welcome her
And betrothed her to rich heritage
Her destiny was beyond colours.
Until the thieves,yes thieves!
Surrounded her boundary and ceased her stronghold.
Like locust,they fed on the pauper
With their cunning tongue,
They lied in between their teeth.
So we offered them our power
And expected freedom in return
But their fate was decietful
Their plan; republic colonised.
Slaves in our own
The fate still lives on
It's called politics
Each one has a duty
Duty to betroth our land back to her riches and heritage
The thrives walk on the street egoist
Wehiles the pauper ,the people, suffer sentence.
Carefully digest this piece
Don't get choked
Happy Republic Colonised
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