Is it our founding fathers
Is it to the labours of our hero past
Is it to our fallen hero’s who soil their
blood
And wet the land with their blood
To who are will going to tell
That our land is at edge of losing it
That thing is not that working here
Those investors are afraid to come and
invest
That our future are been turned against the
land that birthed them
Loosing the essence of been born
Because society has eaten the conscience off
Pricking what was left on them to be human
Feeding with their soul with malnourishment
Drunk with the quest of materialism by all
means
To who are will going to tell
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